Untitled Novel (In Progress) by lovelywatermoon, literature
Literature
Untitled Novel (In Progress)
I know he’s here. Staring at me: watching my every move like a predator stalking its prey. Through studying me he learns what angle to go by, and waits to go in for the kill. He slowly became mesmerized by my charms. He believes he’s got me under his spell, but I’m not so naive or oblivious as I once was before him.
The words he chose to speak is like having a loaded gun glistening in front of me beckoning for me to reach it, to touch it, to aim and fire it at myself. My body grows numb with the anticipation of the unknown outcome. I can feel the anxiety coursing its way through my veins and forming lumps in the back