The sky was muted that day. A gentle breeze rose goosebumps on my naked body, and I simply smiled despite. The sun hid from me, peaking out from behind the clouds, illuminating a small strip of flesh before hiding away. I smiled wider at its childish behaviour.
The smile stayed as I padded across carpeted flooring, not caring that the windows to my balcony were wide open, the flimsy curtains billowing. The breeze felt good against my bare legs as I twirled and danced to the music I was playing in the background. I twirled with abandon, my voice as loud as the breeze was gentle and the coffee practically made itself. There was nobody to care when you were that high up. Living on the nineteenth floor had its perks.
The view was one of them. I leaned against the kitchen counter, naked hip digging into the kitchen counter as I watched the sun play its game. My windows were open, and the curtains billowing and I hadn’t particularly cared. It was a picture-perfect morning.
Too perfect as it turned out, the radio started malfunctioning, leaving the apartment in a deathly silence. It was unnerving. My phone continued to play the music instead.
Even breakfast came out perfectly. Everything cooked to perfection, another cup of coffee beside me. I decided to dine out on the balcony that morning, it was an urge I couldn’t resist. I walked over to my bedroom to pull on a shirt, while I loved being in the nude, exhibitionism wasn’t my cup of tea.
Hair loose, stomach filled, coffee cup warm in my hands I gazed at the view, content.
Just as my eyes were on the slip shut I heard something fall in the kitchen, a loud crash. I sat up startled, anxiety piling up inside me. I look inside and the mystery was solved, a poorly placed frying pan. My eyes still darted to the front door on the way back to my resting spot. All four bolts intact, I was safe.
My anxiety wasn’t quelled. Hadn’t I put away that frying pan? Hadn’t I changed the radio batteries the previous day? Hadn’t I locked my balcony doors the previous night cause it had gotten too cold?
I had taken to sleep to quell any and all doubts. I left the balcony doors open, took off my shirt and slipped under the sheets. The silk sheets felt divine against naked flesh. My eyes started shutting off their own accord. The view from my balcony was divine.
I woke to discomfort. I couldn’t move. Why couldn’t I move?
My eyes weren’t opening either.
What was that I could feel on my cheek?
Why was I in pain?
A low groan had left my throat, I couldn’t make any other noise.
“Good morning beautiful,”
My eyes shot open, heart rate rising, breaths becoming shallow.
I registered everything in a moment. My limbs were tied, the rope digging into my wrist. There was a gag in my mouth. There was a creature above and in me.
His face still gives me nightmares. Scars running across his face were deep and ugly. The wide smile on his face deepening the scars even more. What sealed the deal were his eyes, one milky, the other the colour of the sky. The same sky I had been admiring a while ago. Those eyes bore into me, staring straight into my soul, scarring it forever.
The more he thrust, the more unbearable the pain got. I could feel his touch all over me. Nails digging into my hips, another hand leaving bruises on skin everywhere. Tears pricked my eyes, and a low groan left my throat. My eyes would not shut, I did not want to see his face anymore.
“I love the sounds you make, darling,” another thrust. Another shallow breath, “ I’ve been waiting all night to hear them.”
I couldn’t understand what he was trying to say. All night?
“You looked so beautiful bathed in moonlight,” the pain was getting too much to handle.
He groaned low and long in my ear. His teeth sank into my shoulder as his nails sank further into the soft flesh of my hips.
A high pitched squeal was all I could manage.
He laughed lowly, as he looked at me once more. His face was blurred by tears, but I could feel his teeth sink into my lower lip.
I winced as he left me and simply watched as he dressed. I watched with fear coursing through me as he raked his terrifying eyes over my still exposed body. I watched helplessly as he crawled over me once more to whisper in my ear,
“I’ll be back for more, just look out the window.”
He slipped over the edge of my balcony, winking back at me before dipping out of sight.
My brother found me later that day, still gagged and bound. Blood was pooling between my legs and my eyes were wide open. He had held me against him as I tried not to scream in fear.
I scrubbed him from my skin for days after that. I left him in my old home, locking the balcony windows tight before running into my mother’s arms. I healed every wound and covered every scar.
However, I swear I saw him standing on our balcony this evening. My brother had told me I was seeing things as he cleaned the glass from where it had slipped from my hands. My eyes were fixed to the billowing curtains with the faint silhouette. My mother told me I was safe just ten minutes ago as she turned over and fell asleep. I wish she had been right.
I can see him watching me right now, as I write this. He is smiling. I wish he wouldn’t smile like that.
I hope he reads this.
I hope you read this, my nightmare.
I’m getting up, pen still scribbling against the paper. You look confused.
You should be.
You’ll never have me again. You’ve had me all this while, and I’m sick of it.
I hope I can take away everything you have ever wanted from you.
I’m going to start running towards you now,
let’s hope you don’t catch me.