My Last Night

                   

I’ve known it all along. Ever since he came to work for me he has always been grimacing at me. He would always observe me gingerly especially my eye. Every night I noticed that something or someone would come into my room. I would always surmise that it was something else- never him. Every morning I would notice that he would always be tired and dehydrated. Every morning the door was ajar so I derived that he was sneaking into my room. My neighbor corroborated that nightly my caretaker would enter my room and shine a thin ray of light into my eye. The man noticed this because he was  using binoculars to observe my movements. I endeavored that he  might try to steal my inventory of treasure. Every night I would always notice that something was peculiar but eventually I succumbed and just went to sleep.

Then one night I awoke because of the abrasion on my knee and I saw him he simulated a killer clad in a malicious aura. He had probably been over confident and done things in a cursory manner. I was electrified and all of a sudden I let out a shriek. I stayed still for ten minutes and then it turned to one hour the only audible noise was the ticking of the clock and the whooshing of the wind. I fought to keep my calmness told my self over and over again that it was just my imagination playing tricks on me but no matter what I said my heart didn't stop thumping. I derived  all the gruesome things that could happen and all the  ways he could kill me crossed my mind. I was starting to lose myself and thats when I heard him I heard him walking up to my bed as I laid then motionless to scared to move I saw his face and recognized all his dark intentions  his foot steps in beat with the thumping of my heart his feet touching the cold wood. Then I felt his cold hands on my skin and for the last time I saw the the way he looked at my eyes the world started to slow down seconds became hours saw how he flipped the bed and how I slowly turned and then the bed was on top of me. I felt like Atlas lifting the world I felt my life slowly being taken from me felt myself panting for breath one last time and then the last thought I had was why and the I succumbed.