All I heard was a deafening silence. My heart pounded in my chest as if it was hammering its way out. All of my nerves felt numb, and my feet were glued to the ground. I tried to clench my shaking fist but it was no use. I began breathing fast and shallow through my parted lips, and a bead of sweat trickled down the side of my forehead. I ignored all of the people that were looking at me. I ignored their alarmed expressions, their gasping mouths that seemed to shout something to me.
I also ignored the speeding car heading straight towards me.
My attention was all focused to the man on the other side of the street, his eyes full of darkness. He was different than before, his face was timeworn, wrinkled. A thick layer of beard covered almost half of his face, but my instinct to flee indicated that it was him. His half grin washed through me like ice, and it made my already trembling body to shudder more.
The long scar that etched from the bottom of my toe to the sole tingled. I felt like I was once again feeling the pain from the knife that was digging into my skin. For the past fourteen years, I managed to bury all the memories and the scars that this man inflicted. I thought he was gone.
Apparently, I was horribly mistaken.
He was leaning to the wall, directly across the street, waiting for the scene to unfold before his eyes. A scene of me recognizing him, hiding my fear but failing to. My reaction made him ecstatic, his evil smile showed it all.
He was a demon watching me, dragging me to hell.