It was late in the night; I was in bed clad with the mattress. I heard a noise; I sat up and gingerly heard the sounds. They were footsteps coming upstairs, I had recognized them. I surmised it was nothing, but it was. The door slowly opened, I started doing an inventory in my head of the horror movies I had seen, I tried to simulate the scenes the main characters did when the monster or thing comes in to the room to kill them, therefore I didn’t have enough courage to get out of the bed, I was trying to have an endeavor to be brave and get out of bed. I just couldn’t.
The door opened slowly, the footsteps became more intense each time it got closer. I was scared. He threw himself on top of me. I couldn’t breath I was dehydrated of so much fighting. I had to defend myself, so I decided to pull of the cable cord of the lamp. It exploded and my hand was still holding the cord. I have gotten electrified. I felt my face was changing to several grimaces. I had done it in a cursory manner, I wasn’t thinking, and I had burned my hand. It hurt so much so I started doing an abrasion to it so that the pain would kind of go away. I was in a gruesome moment. Before I went to bed he had come to say good night, I knew it was him, that was a hint, a derive.
I couldn't breathe. I knew by then I was going to succumb. And I did.
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