Scared of him

My heart wouldn’t stop thumping even after I escaped without getting caught or seen by that monster. I sat on the floor, bringing my knees close to my chest. I couldn’t stop sweating while recalling the murder. The gunshot, uncle Otis’ dead body, and Hayden’s monstrous face lingered in my thoughts that was making me nauseous.

I put my palm on my mouth still trying to control myself from letting out screams as the fear of Hayden would notice me didn’t fade. Though my surroundings were changed, physically I was in my bedroom, my mind was still in the place, where I had witnessed it. I couldn’t believe the person, whom I adored, was a killer.

I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled it out in frustration as I remembered the time I spent with Otis and Hayden. I was filled with many questions, out of all, the question of why Hayden killed Otis, who was like a father to me, bugged my head.

It was frightening me. Nothing felt real. For a moment, it felt like Hayden approached me only t