"My hands literally couldn't even handle the tray anymore. They were shaking so hard from pure fear that the whole thing just slipped, and everything shattered into a million pieces. I was frozen. My tongue felt heavy, and I was just staring at him, totally paralyzed.
Then he starts getting up and walking toward me, with this huge, petty 'I-told-you-so' look in his eyes. He got closer and said, all smug:
— 'Don't freak out, I've got you. You look like you're spiraling.'
The second his hand touched mine, I felt like the devil's claws were digging straight into my bones. I couldn't even fight it. I just hit the floor hard, feeling like I was stuck in that weird space between being awake and passing out."
"I was in this weird trance, totally lost. But things went from bad to straight-up nightmare when he took advantage of everyone panicking—and my family being lowkey terrified for me—to lean in and whisper in my ear, so only I could hear:
— 'You haven't seen anything yet. I'm gonna make you pay, big time, 'cause you've seen way more than you should've.'
My heart was racing, pure terror just flooded my soul. The whole world started spinning, and then... nothing. I was out cold. Total blackout."
I don't know how much time passed while I was in that state…
But when I slowly opened my eyes, the first face I saw—
In front of me was a frightening, eerie face… or maybe I was the only one who saw it that way.
Because I know what it truly is.
When I thought about screaming, I couldn't.
My voice was silenced inside me, and the veins in my throat rebelled.
So my father could help me and call for assistance.
My mother saw my eyes resting on the bed opposite me in what seemed like a hospital room.
I kept pointing to it with my hand until the IV line in my right hand almost came loose,
and my mother and father were terrified by the horror I felt.
Fortunately, that day I woke up, my father rushed toward me…
"When she saw me gesturing, she rushed over, all worried. She started asking what's wrong, but she could tell just by looking at me that I was frozen—like, my voice was totally gone. Then that creep played her like a fiddle, acting all concerned with this fake-as-hell tone:
— 'I have no idea what's up with her, Auntie. I didn't wanna freak you out, but she's been like this ever since she woke up from that little blackout. I'm gonna go grab the doctor right now, just stay with her.'
I tried so hard to point him out while he was leaving, but it was useless. My mom didn't get what I was trying to say at all."
"The doctor came back with that vile prick. Every time I saw him, I just lost it—I was literally spiraling. The doctor ended up sedating me just to get me to calm down. He told everyone I'm having a major mental breakdown and that I need to be under 24/7 observation for a few days, kept away from any kind of stress.
But man, that criminal is a straight-up pro. He barely leaves my hospital room, playing the part of the 'perfect fiancé' and acting like he's my dad's top choice. He's leaning against that wall like he's untouchable, but I'm the only one who knows the truth: He's lowkey terrified of me. He knows if I talk, it's game over for him."
Days went by and I was still acting the same. Honestly, I was killing it—nobody even suspected I could talk again. I was lowkey terrified that if that monster found out I could actually speak, he'd end me or hurt my family.
But I never stopped plotting. I was busy coming up with a solid plan to protect myself and my fam from his BS, and most importantly, to get revenge for that girl. The one who fell from his building, covered in blood... her terror is literally burned into my brain. I haven't forgotten a single detail, not even for a second."
Of course, he's at our place every single day, acting like he's 'checking up' on me—or more like checking up on his own mess. This place is basically his safe zone. To my family, he's this 'hero' who didn't bail on a girl he barely even knows just because she's having a total mental breakdown. Joke of the century, right?
When he left his home number in my dad's phonebook, a plan finally clicked in my head. I prayed I'd be brave enough to pull it off. I waited for nightfall, until everyone was fast asleep, then I made my move. I grabbed the phone, took it to my room, and pulled out his number. His name is 'Ernest'... Yeah, right. Pure comedy gold!"
I dialed the number, and it rang three times before that liar, 'Frank', finally picked up. I literally swallowed hard, pure terror hitting me the second I heard his deep, harsh voice on the other end. I tried to pull myself together and answer him calmly, playing it safe since he hadn't actually heard my voice before.
Still, I wasn't taking any chances. I put a tissue over the phone to distort my voice, then I just unleashed on him. I trashed him with every insult I could think of, screaming with a strength I didn't even know I had:
— 'You really think you can play me like that? I swear, I'm gonna make your life a living hell!'"