Alone and afraid

I was scared

My vision blurred 

Shadows passed in front 

Hazing in and out 

Of my peripheral vision 

The dimly lit room I found myself in 

was damp, the smell musky 

the walls crusty and peeled easily 

when I applied a little pressure with my fingernails 

and scratched back and forth  

I watched the hands of the clock 

Rotate anti clock wise 

On the opel face 

The ticks and the tocks 

Sounded like miniature bombes 

Exploding in my ear drums 

The steel chain that restrained my wrist 

Grew heavy 

So heavy

I thought my hand might 

snap away from my arm 

I tried to remain calm 

A cold shiver slipped down my spine 

Goose bumps protrude and rise 

Like an army readying for battle

My fine black hairs their guns

My heart skips a beat 

The faint sound of footsteps 

Tapped against the veneer floor above me 

Silence followed 

It was as if they were listening to me 

Listening to them 

Palpitations 

Sweat poured from my brow,

trickled down my cheeks 

Carving a path through the picturesque landscape

that I had created only hours before 

my heart beat faster than ever before 

it didn’t beat this fast ever

even if I’d been for a five mile run 

footsteps 

Heavy footsteps bound down the steps 

I swallow hard

My mouth dry

It’s painful 

Bang! 

The door flies open 

Crash 

It hits the wall with some much force 

that huge clumps of plaster crash onto the floor 

I swallow hard again

Forgetting the pain before 

From the sore that bore its way into my throat 

I choke 

The huge shadowy figure now stood in the doorway 

Makes me choke on what saliva I had left in my mouth 

Spittle flies forth and sprays the space in front of me 

I can finally see

The macabrely dressed figure stood watching 

Wore a blood stained butchers apron

In his left hand a six inch butchers knife 

Sparkled as it caught the light behind him 

I’m dead for sure 

I saw my life flash in front of me 

My past and present flashed before my eyes 

Some of those memories 

Left tears streaming 

Carving more paint from my face

As if removing my disguise

I’m not going to lie 

The towering shadowy figure 

Made me pee myself 

I tried to hold it back 

I didn’t want to be more 

Uncomfortable than I 

Already was 

But it flowed 

The urine seeped out as a trickle 

As I squeezed to keep it within

I couldn’t win 

I squeezed my buttocks together 

But its no use 

The trickle  

No longer a trickle 

With no choice 

I relax my buttocks 

And let the urine 

On its adventurous journey 

Away it goes

It seeps through my pants and snakes 

Its way around and down my inner thigh 

I could die 

If I’d been anywhere else 

The embarrassment t would have killed me

Please don’t film me 

I see the red light blinking

From an object in his other hand 

I knew it was some mobile device 

I bet he was getting a rise 

He sighs 

The red flashing light disappears

And he places the object into his pocket 

This is it 

He swishes the knife left to right 

In front of my face in a threatening manner 

I see my own reflection looking back 

Through the cold steel

I squeal 

I feel the cold steel being forced against my throat

Along with sporadic gentle nudges

He’s nicked my skin 

The crimson beads that now race down my neck 

Makes me beg for my life 

I don’t want to die 

I cry 

Tears fall in abundance 

My disguise is almost gone 

Wish I could run 

Pins and needles 

I extend my legs 

Razors cut from within my veins  

As blood surges back to the parts I had 

Disallowed before 

This is it 

The cold steel still pressed into my throat 

Sang with a wisp  as the huge figure

Slid the knife across my throat 

With lighting fast precision

He’d done this before 

Blood sprays out from the freshly cut wound 

I choke as my life force is pumped from my body 

As if being forced though a high pressure hose 

I raise my hand to stem the flow 

But it just sprays between the crevices in my fingers

A numbness lingers 

My eyes start to close 

No fight left in me 

My internal organs start to fail 

From lack of blood 

My eyesight’s the last to go 

They start to flicker 

Then just as they are about to close 

He cuts off my head

It rolls across the floor 

And for a brief second 

I stare back at my own headless 

Body.