I hadn’t pictured it this way. I thought it would be exhilarating, like Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 when she spins the chainsaw round and round; victorious. Or, maybe even like Halloween, when she just cries and cries.
I guess what I’m saying is, I thought I’d finally feel something. But I don’t. It’s more like Black Christmas; the original or the shitty remake, take your pick.
Just numb. Catatonia, I think it’s called.
His body finally limp; the blood that once filled it splattered across my face and clothes. The nightmare finally over. The chase complete. And he just lies there, and I just stare at him.
He’s taken everyone from me. Everything.
There’s no avenging that.
I’m guessing by tomorrow, I’ll look more like Girl, Interrupted.
Shyla Fairfax-Owen ©