By Veronika Kowalski
I’m in a room with a bunch of 20 year olds I don’t know but recognize
And I guess I’m 20 here too because I fit in just fine.
The room is dark. Not pitch black, but dark.
There is a guy whose face no one has seen,
and he has been killing people.
We are hiding from this guy.
The way people die is they first get notes saying how they will die.
They don’t know when it will happen
it’s not a matter of if, but when.
The girl across from me, since we are sitting in a corner, is crying
she is sitting in front of a door
she gets a note
I guess it says “you will be stabbed” or something stupid like that
The rest of us are trying to stay calm.
After a while the door swings open from behind and the girl is half dragged, half falls into the man
He is wearing long sleek black gloves and that is all I am really able to see of him
For some reason I can’t see his face; maybe the door is covering it, but something makes me look away and look at the girl’s friend
She is standing in front of her with her hands to her mouth
It’s kind of like a movie where they don’t let you see the guy’s face; they tease you
but you can never see his face