As
she stared, her veins were heated by a seething blood flow, due to the
revelation of that mysterious man's face. She stepped back while her mind
searched for courage to face the watery blackness of a tattoo that slowly began
to emerge, covering the right side of his forehead. Dark and sinuous curves
snaked his face, involving the right eye like claws of an eagle. The rest of
the ink dripped sinuous branches on his cheeks as a sharp and poisonous thorn.
Finally, he revealed himself as a definitely dangerous man.
— I understand...
— He commented. — It's hard to get used to the tattoo, but don’t worry. Only you
can see. - He took a step forward as he spoke. - You know why I'm here today.
You know that bad feeling every time you’re watching a horror movie, or hearing
a noise coming from the kitchen won’t go away. There’s a cold breath of wind
whispering nightmares to your ears while you sleep. Something that makes you
realize that there is something wrong with you.
One
more step ahead and he could whisper the next words in the sensitive ear whose
hairs he drifted back mischievously.
—
Deep inside... All you want is that this fear goes away... And only I can give
you the power to do so. You just need to say yes.
Through
the trembling face, bitter drops of desperation teared her skin abandoning her
eyes, as she faced the hopeless expectations of her future.
—
Please, go away. — She begged.
—
Tonight, we'll meet again. - He answered.
A
strong blow shifted her and then her eyes opened again. There was nobody
near anymore. Her entire body shuddered again, as if shaking up the dust from
all over. She mechanically walked out the door, reducing her presence in that
place to a mere memory.
Later
that night, nobody around the building where she lived expected what was about
to happen, but when the sirens and lights, flashes and voices populated the
terrible accident that would happen soon, only one feeling could be clearly described
in all those faces. Fear.
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