Don't let them know you can see

13

Ethan, impatient with my cries, forcibly tried to feed me the concoction he had prepared. "Eat up, it might help you remember everything," he insisted, his face twisted in a grotesque expression of loneliness and longing. His sudden shift to a tender tone only added to the surreal horror of the situation.

In a panic, I pushed him away with all my might, causing him to stumble. Seizing the moment, I locked myself in the kitchen, gripping a kitchen knife for protection, my heart pounding in terror. The contents of the pot on the stove were too much to bear, and I struggled to maintain composure amidst the overwhelming fear.

Ethan's pleas from the other side of the door, urging me to eat what he called "almond pudding," only heightened my distress. "Get away, Ethan!" I screamed, holding the knife tightly, my voice breaking.

When Ethan broke through the door, his approach was calm, still trying to persuade me. Overwhelmed, I threw whatever was within reach in a desperate attempt to keep him at bay. The object turned out to be far more gruesome than I had realized, adding to the chaos.

As Ethan advanced, I retreated, brandishing the knife in a blind panic. The sound of shattering porcelain filled the air as Ethan clutched his abdomen, blood seeping through his fingers.

I collapsed in the corner, shaken to my core by the realization of what had transpired. Ethan's face, now pale and strained, looked at me with a mix of accusation and sadness, murmuring something about a basement as his strength faded.

The surreal nightmare left me paralyzed, unable to scream or cry out, as the gravity of my actions and Ethan's final words echoed hauntingly in the silence of the kitchen.