"Why are you scared of me?" I whispered to the corpse beside me. "Everyone I help looks at me like a monster. I couldn't stop myself…I wanted to save you, but I—"
I stopped, staring at the blood pooling beneath him.
The woman I saved was already gone. Her footsteps faded like everyone else who's ever seen me. I wiped my bloody hand across my cheek, just to feel something warm.
"At least you got one good hit in," I said to the corpse.
"I didn't really feel it though," I chuckled.
"Who are you talking to, Nathan?"
The voice froze me. Someone had seen. I couldn't move. My throat locked, my hands still trembling from what I had done.
"Nobody…are you here to help me," I muttered.
"Why did I say that," I muttered. "That didn't even make sense."
I couldn't bear to face him. He's a cop for sure and now I'm going to prison for the monster I've become. If I go to prison maybe I won't be so alone anymore. Help me.
"You're not alone, Nathan. You just forgot how much people matter to you. Come with me — there are more like you," the man said softly.
I turned around to see the man in a black trench coat. I ran up to him and he opened his arms as I approached. My escape from this hell is because of the man before me.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice breaking.
Maybe this time, I wouldn't have to be alone.