Smile

1.

Sarah's Pov.

Four years. It's been four years without him on the loose, four years of not seeing him, four years of not being set free from his doings.

It was a late night, the rain calms hitting against the window, tossing and turning in my bed, only facing the ceiling now I just starred at it. Until I felt a sudden change, pressure was on my chest I couldn't breathe well. Sleep paralysis I thought I'll just wait for it to wear off but it didn't the pressure only increased, closing my eyes shut giving out a silent prayer and slowly.. my eyes open to something I didn't want to see again.

He was there over me, wet and covered in small smudges of blood his knife against my skin a nightmare from four years ago.

He raised his knife up to touch my cheek with the sharp edge prodding again the hollowness, he hums a sweet tone that only I know. He leans down slowly and breathes in my smell and his smile it widens to the the psychotic sinister smile I knew as a kid it scared me to only hear his words.

"Don't cry now my little princess it's okay, I just want you to smile for me sweetheart."

His knife would move down to my neck, and he leans even further down to whisper his last few words.

"Smile my sweet little lamb."

Grasping for air I sit up, clutching onto my blanket and looked around my room for anything that was open, my eyes land on my window.

Seeing the curtain move I fall off my bed and get my pepper spray in a rush and pull myself up off the ground slowly walking to it. My legs shake when I get closer to my window to only see a shadow of my cat messing with it and a small opening, I panicked and took my cat out of the way and closed it shut immediately.

I hold my cat Luna close this time hearing her purr calmed the shaking, letting out a small sigh or relief, I walk back to my bed and sit on it giving Luca small pets.

She meows softly and I let her go, and she jumps from my arms and falls onto my pillow, curling into her small little fluff ball form. I smile and look at the clock.

It's only 4:30. I groan in annoyance and throw my head back, slightly hitting it on the header.

"Today will be a good day."

I told myself, well that what I thought.