Closer, Closer

I follow him to a party. It's dark. We're in a house that sits on top of the hill. The floors are slippery, red. People I don't know talk to me. I try to keep an eye on him but it's dark, black. I lose him.

All around are candles and the smell of wax.

When I see him it is exactly like I feared. Him and her locked in a kiss. How could he, how could he do this to ME.

The sense they are being watched so they look at me. I'm so startled that I start to run. He comes after me so I run faster. I make my way out the house that sits on top of the hill. Do you know the walls could be peeled off? Like paint? That's how easy they came off for me. I kick of my shoes and run down the hill, the music from the party getting softer and softer. I run down the streets, the asphalt bruising my soles. I see lights from cars, a road, more lights.

I wave both my hands at passing cars trying to hitch a ride. No one will stop. I start crying. From behind me I hear him coming closer, closer.