Revenge
I walked from work to my car looking for my keys.
It was dark and foggy I could barely see.
I got to my car and found the key and tried to unlock my door.
Before I knew it I was being grabbed from behind and dragged into a van.
I try to scream but across my mouth is a mans hand.
I think to myself how could this be.
It would never happen to me.
I am not what a man would want not even in a dark fantasy.
The man whispers in my ear to do what he says and everything will be ok.
Don’t scream he says or it will be over as he takes his hand away.
He stops the van in a dark wooded place and I know I am going to die.
He turns to me and apologizes for what he is about to do.
He tries to make me feel ok even though he is going to kill me.
I cry and ask him why me when there is nothing about me that is special.
He tells me he watches me everyday.
He tells me I am special in my own little way.
He tells me I am beautiful and he wished that he could have me.
I have you now he says and now I want to keep you.
I will be making love to you then letting your spirit free.
You don’t have to kill me I say I will keep this a secret.
We can meet and get to know each other and see what goes from there.
You don’t understand, my dear, it is not that simple.
I know it will never be for what I truly am.
You are not the only one I have felt this way for.
It happens all the time when I get turned down.
You would never give me a chance any other time.
The only reason you are now is because you don’t want to die.
He ties me up and I cry and plead but nothing seems to matter.
He kisses me as he violates me from the inside.
I cry fight for I know what will happen next.
He finishes and brings the knife up to my chest…
Please I cry and beg and try with all my might.
I feel it piercing my skin and running deep inside.
I feel it go through my lung and start to fill with blood.
With my last breaths I ask him again why.
He tells me not to take it personal everyone he knows must die.
I have been scorned and made fun of all my life.
You paid and they all will pay with their life.
Do you remember back in high school making my life hell?
You made fun of me and laughed at me and made me who I am.
I will see you and the rest of them when we meet back up again.
For hell is where you are headed along with the rest of your friends.
And when I am caught or die of old age I will see you again.
Our souls will be one again when the devil stakes his claim.
As I fade away into my never ending slumber he leans down to say.
See you in hell, bitch, someday.
Copyright ©2007 Charlotte L. Atwell
