Chasing me

Written in 2010 Based on a dream I had about Frank

His charming face.
It's clean, smiling, & pure.
In his hand
There is a knife.
Clenched at the grip
With his fingers
And knuckles white.
I glance at him.
Suddenly he begins to run.
Chasing me.
I run.
Frantic. Scared. Confused.
I look back
And he's only a footstep behind.
He grabs my arms.
I flinch as he lifts the knife.
He's holding it out to me.
"Stab me," he says.
I awake with tears
Streaming down my face.
I turn over.
He's there.
On the bed.
With a knife in his chest.