Never Ending

(A) Prologue: Never Ending

This is it. This is how I'm going to die? At the hands of psychopath? Really? I couldn't just die an old lady in my sleep? I couldn't go peacefully?
Of course not.
That's not how my life works. The worst imaginable things like to pop up and leave scars that won't ever heal. Even with time. They may be easier to deal with, but they never heal. And I can never ever forget. It's imbedded into memory.
Forever.
I guess with what is going to happen to me I don't need to be worried about the scars this will leave behind for me.
Because I'll be dead.
God I don't want to die, I've survived this long only to be beaten by a psycho with a knife?
A piercing scream is heard on the other side of the stone wall. It echos through me making me shiver with terror. I can't be here. This can't be real, but I knew who would be next.
Me.
Out of everyone in California he chooses me to be one of his pawns. I don't understand what he finds so appealing about me.
God I can never catch a break.
Another screech from his newest victim echos through this cold wet miserable hell. Soon it will be me making those sounds. Those pleas for mercy. Feeling the unbearable pain that will never end.
I slap my hand on my mouth the keep the whimpers at bay. Tears brimming at the edge my eyes threatening to spill over. I was a dam waiting to burst. One slight disturbance and the water would come pouring out. My walls would come crumbling down along with every emotion I'm trying bottle up, will come flooding out.
Breathe. Just breathe.
Do not let * him * see your fear, that's his whole M.O. That's what he gets off on. Do not let him win. He *cannot * see you like this. He can't know that fear exists...

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...e over and over again. I'm so done with it.
I slide out of bed switching on my lamp on the nightstand next to me. I dragged myself to the bathroom switching on that light as well. I start running the cold water and splash myself in the face several times. I place my nervous and shaky hands on the counter gripping it hard. My knuckles start to turn white. I take another deep breath in and out.
I glance at myself in the mirror and saw how big a wreck I looked. My brown locks in frizzy bunches. Make up smeared under my eyes. I looked like something from Night of the Living Dead. Ugh this nightmare needs to stop, but its never ending and everytime I close my eyes I see those deep green eyes staring down on me. I know I shouldn't be scared it was only a dream, but it feels so real and something about those eyes were very familiar. Like it was someone I knew...