The feeling of dread


    taps at my shoulder.


    The cuts that are


    wrapped in bandages


    begin to burn even worse.


    That charming smile


    belongs to him.


    I don''t know his name


    though or any facial


    features other than


    his charming smile.


    I want to know his name.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Where is he?


    Who is he?


    A quick flash of


    a scene plays in


    my mind.


    Him and I are


    together.


    We talk and laugh.


    Right after this,


    everything''s a blur.


    My hands begin to


    tremble.


    The seaweed salad


    taste awful.


    There''s a smell too that


    reeks of rotten flesh and


    metallic blood.


    "Something happened underneath


    the crimson sky." I whisper quietly.


    "H  a  h   a  h  a  h  a…."


    Someone is laughing


    from behind me??