I witnessed a murder. The killer knows it. I try to hide. I’m ok for a few days and believe I’m safe.

Then I wake up from a deep sleep. I’m covered with blankets and pillows on my bed. I can’t breathe, and I’m having to fight to get the pillows and blankets off. I’m screaming silently, not enough air to do more. Finally, I get them off and take a deep breath. But the murderer is there and he sees I’m awake. He is scouring my room, where he did the murder, filling up plastic garbage bags with my stuff.

When he sees me awake, he grabs a thin syring, like the kind diabetics use, and stabs me quickly with it. Yet, I have time to feel terror, to try to scream again before I go under.

Again I come too. The killer is holding my left hand delicately, gently scraping under each of my fingernails. I can see the bloody streaks on his check, and despite the horror of the situation, I almost laugh with glee. Got you, fucker!!

Then I feel and smell my skin charring. He has something like a long curling iron. He’s sealing shut the plastic rope i’m wrapped in. I fight hard again, but no luck. I stop struggling and try to talk to him. At first he totally ignores me, but then he tilt his head, like a parrot with black glittering eyes appraising a bit of a raisin. I say,”look, just totally knock me out, so I have no pain or fear, and I will stop fighting. Please I beg you, you’re burning me, please knock me out.”

The thin syring comes out again. A small prick, and I start to feel my brain numbing, one hemisphere at a time. My right brain feels my left brain going numb, dead, and I have time to think, “wow, this is how we die, one piece of a brain at a time!”

But I can’t go under all the way, the trip downward stops. I beg him for more. He considers again, as he’s kind of having fun hurting me. But after a short, curt nod, I feel one last prick. I’m swirling down, I know I will never wake again. Part of me is crying, but another part of me is just relieved that it’s all over.

He never speaks. He looks alot like a young Tim Curry. But I’m gone.