dazed…

walking home from school

but i know i'm not alone.

this is the third:

the third day in a row.

heart pounding,

i duck my head

and take the long way home.

but i still hear him,

his soft footsteps trailing behind me.

i use the camera app

to look over my shoulder,

black hoodie on and up,

his hands in his pockets.

stereotypical much?

yeah, but i hardly notice.

i speed up,

my walk to a sprint,

but then the footsteps

speed up behind me, yeah.

and now i'm running,

as night begins to settle in,

starting to cover my view of

this unknown man.

but he catches me

and we tumble to the ground.

now i'm dazed;

i can't concentrate.

he hovers over my

limp body on the

sidewalk, in the middle of no where.

i embrace my fate

and close my eyes,

before i hear him whisper,

"say your last goodbyes."

so i do, tears rushing down my face.

"i love you, mom.

and dad to, even if you sometimes

annoy me through and through."

i was gonna say more but he

pressed a knife to my throat.

"you said enough.

now enjoy your fate."

and now i'm dazed,

as pain shoots through my whole throat.

i died,

that's the last part of my life.

where am i now?

you'll never know.

'cause i sure don't.