Stalker

Date: 12/6/2016

It was bright and sunny out, it seemed like it was in the middle of the afternoon. I was walking down a long sidewalk, it was straight, and it seemed to go on forever in both directions. There were no trees or plants at all...on my left was a faded brick wall, which separated the sidewalk from the houses, which all looked identical, like some kind of housing tract. To my right was the street. There were no cars, and no people anywhere, and it was really quiet. I remember looking down at my feet and seeing a dark shadow, the silhouett of a tall man. When I looked up, I saw him. He was wearing a dark green jacket, black jeans, a black t-shirt, he was dark-skinned and had black hair, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days. suddenly he had both my ankles, and he was dragging me. I tried to kick his hands off and I struggled desperately to free myself, but he was too strong. I was terrified and I felt desperate...then I had a knife in my hand, and I reached up to grab his wrists to pull myself up, I clawed at his shoulder and I swiped at his neck with the knife. I missed the first time and I nicked him the second, feeling more and more desperate to kill him, I swung at him with all my strength, and I felt the blade sink into his throat. We fell, and I scrambled to my feet, watching as the man grabbed at the knife, bleeding to death, choking on his own blood. And...I felt nothing. I felt calm, and I watched him die.