She wasn’t here. My soon to be victim wasn’t present as I sneaked into her apartment. The dog barked and the cat who was already afraid of me hissed at me before she scurried off to hide somewhere. The insistent barking of the dog put me on edge and I wondered if she’d cry if she wouldn’t find her precious dog when she returned.
Alex
My laughter faded as she watched me with that expression on her face. The expression that made her look like she was lost somewhere. I wondered what she thought when she looked at me. Did she also think that I was a freak just because of the scar that I got, in which I didn’t have any choice? Did she pity me because of it, or she just showed her interest because she had some kind of sick interest in a scarred man like me. What if she had really changed from
