I see you…

Glancing around. You think you're alone. Safe. Alone.

Secure.

False security. And you believe in it. No one will hurt you, in your own little blanketed world. A world where everything is good and true, where nothing can go wrong.

Except me.

You think nobody's watching? Don't you feel it? The sensation of eyes burning into the back of your head, always watching; every move you make, everywhere you go.

I'm always there.

Like a shadow, like the darkness that seeps in after the sun dwindles. I watch when you think no one is there. I've seen everything. Everything you wished to hide, to keep a secret. I know everything about you.

Everything.

It was good the way you thought you could get me. I like to play, but those games bored me. Easy. Obvious. They were nothing compared to what I fantasized about doing to you. Every night, as I gazed at you, I transformed your flesh, imagined it changed, sliced with a razor. Carved. Sculpted.

Made beautiful.

Blood makes everything beautiful, a crimson rush to wash away the repulsive, distorted mass that passed for a face. Distorted by misplaced anger, obsession for obsession. Bet my last breath my obsessions are worse, more fun, more dangerous, more exciting.

It's OK though, I only want to hurt you.

Make you bleed. Make you sorry. I watch what you do; imagine how I could turn your world upside down. It would be so easy; you live outside the norm, head in the clouds, away with the faeries, and not in a good way. It's strange the way you think you are right, righteous even.

You're not.

They say some people look at the world through rose coloured glasses; you walk about with a blindfold on. Oblivious to the reality that exists outside your sad little existence, to the truth. The real truth, not the bedtime stories you convince yourself to be true.

The lies are all in your head.

And it is this truth, this reality that will get you hurt, and I'll watch while it happens. When the delusion breaks, when someone shatters your illusions and hauls you back to the real world. Then the real games will begin.

Let's play.

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