I cannot stay in this house any more. Seeing your picture sends a shiver down my spine, smelling your scent that won’t leave… I can’t take it. I take a walk out and breathe in some cool night air. I am trying to clear my head, but all I can think of is the bloody death of you.

Ok, so I’m imagining your death, but it won’t leave. I have visions of turning the next corner and seeing you hung with an arrow through your heart. There is a note on the arrow. I cannot make out what it says, but it is definitely my handwriting…

I feel so tense. Each time I hear a remotely loud noise I jump out of my skin. My whole body is shaking, vibrating. I look up at the tall buildings leaning overhead. I can picture your face in the window. You’re laughing. You don’t look happy, but you’re laughing. I turn my head sharply away; of course that was my imagination. You don’t even live near here.

God Dammit, look what you’ve done to me. You and your petty schemes. Your plots to ruin my life. I think of the lies you told me, how much I meant to you. You’re like every other, yet so much worse. You are pure evil.
I turn down a dark alleyway, dimly lit. Paranoia makes me turn to check nobody follows, and I continue walking aimlessly into the city. As I walk around the corner in the ally, I see something. It’s a body. I can’t make it out from where I stand, so I move closer. It is like my nightmare, my visions becoming real. There you are, hanging. You have an arrow through your chest, with a note.

I shake my head, “Damn visions. See what my hate for you has leaded to??” And as I turn back round to carry on, there you are. You’re still hanging on the wall. You still have an arrow through your heart, and it still has a note. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I try to turn and run, but my feet are stuck to the ground. So instead, I take the note and try to make it out. I cannot work out the handwriting, but it says,

“Just A Little Favor…”