Queen

There's a man who lives on the street near my house

He's always there

Whenever I look

He's there

He usually carries a stick for defense In case someone comes to steal his stuff

He also hardly ever looks at my house

My windows are always open

So I'm glad he doesn't look

But today

He doesn't have a stick

And he's staring at me

It's been six hours

He hasn't moved

Like usual

But the erry thing is

He's still staring at me

I don't know much about this guy

Except that he lives in the street usually has a stick and hardly ever looks at me

Today, like I said, is complete differ

Instead of his ever present stick

He has a knife

How did he get that knife?!

Knives were banned from our community early last year

If you are seen with a knife

You're arrested on the spot

But here he was

In the middle of my street

With an illegal weapon

And nobody even notices

He's still staring at me

What?!

I- I ... I swear he was there!

I swear I'm not crazy!

He was there!

Wait

Why is my door open?

"Queen"

I scream

"Get away from me!!"

"Queen"

He comes closer

His knife in one hand

My arm in the other

He tugs me off of the couch I was sitting on

And then every thing goes black as a throbbing pain goes through both my eyes

I can't see

Another throbbing pain jabs my back

I hear blood drip onto the floor

The pain

It's excruciating

"Be our Queen"

I scream again

He stabs my throat

I can't scream now

I can't take this pain anymore

He lets collapse

I feel the blood seep

"Queen"

'What does that mean?!'

I wonder as the world...

Fades...

Away...

The end.