Point of View from Victim

It was late at night, darkness and silence pervaded around the chamber. I was in my bed, clad in my P.J’S and soft blankets. I was cold, since the house's inventory of blankets was low, I only had one. My mouth was dry with dehydration, and I was stone cold. I heard a gruesome noise, echoing throughout the chamber. I gingerly examined the black room, but saw nothing. I lied down again, but then I heard heavy footsteps. I recognized the sound. I endeavoured to be calm, not leap out and shout; I just lied there. I surmised it was the guy again, since I recognized the footsteps from before. I had a grimace on my face, since I was uncomfortable and did not know what was going on.

The door creaked open, the footsteps grew louder, and I could hear my heart now beating very fast. At that moment, I was getting smothered with a mattress, pushing down on my face. It electrified me, quick as a flash onto my face. The guy was doing a cursory murder, quick and easy. I derived he wanted to kill me, but I didn’t know why, I thought we were good friends, but I guess we weren’t. I scratched and clawed, struggling to get some air. I saw he had abrasions on his face, I corroborated it was from my hands. I succumbed, I couldn’t take anymore; then I was still. Not moving, heart... not beating. Stone dead.