She held her hands in front of her and clasped thin air in frustration, as if she could take hold of her pain and squeeze it into dust, and nothingness. She is exhausted, but it appears that her body is no longer her own. It moves whether she wants it to or not. She is thrown across the lounge again. She breathed a sigh of relief and began to melt into the pliush couch cushions. But too soon, for she found her arm moving upward, leading her body into a seated position. She just let it happen. Too exhausted to fight it. She moved like a robot across the couch, nearly falling face first back into it.
Allowed to sit still a moment, fear washed over her and she sank back, feeling the soft cushions against her back. Her head still throbbed. She looked upwards, took a breath and finally rose to her feet. She closed her eyes, just for a moment, as the lights went out.
When Emily opened her eyes again, a series of prickes inched their way up her spine. She could feel the hot breath of someone breathing down her neck. It was then that the memory of her lost love returned. Kyle. She remembered like it was yesterday, as clearly as iff he were whispering the words into her ear what he had told her. I'll Be Watching you.
She felt his chin brush downwards against her ar. She sucked breath in through her teeth, but it got stuck in her throat. Finally, she looked over to see her worst nightmare had come true. Looking back at her with his dark, haunting eyes was none other than Kyle. "Hi Emily."
He grabbed her wrist and spun her around, bounding after her as she made to escape. He rushed toward her, lifting her effortlessly from the ground and hailing her over his shoulder, running with her kicking and screaming. Fighting fruitlessly against him. He put her down again, but was sure to retain hold of her wrist. She lifted her arm in the air, trying desperately to slip from his grasp.
The moment he let go, Emily pushed him hard in the chest, sending him stumbling away from her. She came at him swinging. He took the first opportunity he could, when she had her back turned to grab her leg and lift her from behind. She threw her arms and legs outward as they spun, raising her arms as the faced each other head on. He grabbed her by the neck as did she and they moved with small, swift steps back toward her lounge. He grabbed her by the arms and around the waist, but she managed to slip from his grasp on both occasions.
Emily took the first opportunity she could and ran for her life. But he ran alongside her, throwing the furniture down and racing toward her across the lounge. She ducked as he jumped purposefully into the air. He landed effortlessly on all fours, missing her by a few mere metres. She came at him again, but he swatted her hand away. He grabbed her by the arms and dragged her backwards. Finally, she grabbed hold of his arms and threw him sliding across the hard wood floor.
They faced one another again. His hand extended toward her like slow motion, and she suddenly understood what was happening. By some strange, dark magic, he was controlling her. He had been this entire time. Her head twisted momentarily sideways in perfect timing with his wrist. She stumbled backwards as he thrust his hand out, as if throwing a blow to her gut. She landed blindly on the lounge, pulling her feet up after her and covering her face fearfully with an open palm. She closed her eyes, grotted her teeth and took a breath. She was gone when she looked again, and she breathed heavily, relief washing over her.
But, little did she realise, he was still there. Watching, right outside her window. I'll be watching you...
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Inspired by the Halloween Contemporary of #TeamFranneyPack on Dancing with the Stars, which you can watch here
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