The windows of my house tremble from the power of thunder rolling across the skies.
Lightning strikes in the distance, illuminating the night.
In that small moment , the few seconds of blinding outside my window.
Watching me . Always watching me.
I go through the motions, just like i always do .
My heart skips a beat & then palpitates, my breathing turns shallow, & my hands grow clammy .
It doesn't matter how many times I see him , he always pulls the same reaction out of me.
Fear .
And Excitement.
i don't know why it excites me . Something must be wrong with me.
it's just normal for liquid heat to course through my venis, leaving tingles burning in its wake .
it's not common for my mind to start wondering about things i shouldn't.
Can he see me now ? Wearing nothing but a thin tank top, my nipples poking through the material ? Or the shorts I'm wearing that barely cover my ass ? Does he like the view ?
Of course he does.
That's why he watches me, isn't it ?
That's why he comes back every night, growing bolder with his leering while i silently challenge him.
Hoping he'll come closer, so I have a reason to put a knife to his throat.
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