Searching

I must remain quiet. Still. I take the smallest of breaths because I am afraid he can hear me if I breathe to deeply. I'm not sure how I ended up here. My hand wrapped around the safest part of this knife.

I tracked him here. Minute details that started adding up. The tally marks that began to form an army to back up the demons in my head. The demons wielded the tally marks and poked me from inside my head. "We told you so." they mocked. "We told you; you couldn't trust anyone."

And so they did.

But I like to think I am smarter than them. That I will prove them wrong as I track his location and I see him there more than once. Working late but not at the store apparently.

I knell beside a bush my knees wet as the mud soaks into my jeans. I keep telling myself to leave but I can't. I need to see him. To prove to myself the truth. To see if the demons are right. They drove me here. Followed his little dot and here we are.

I hear the door open and stop breathing altogether as he walks out the door. She is right behind him and he turns to kiss her. His hand rests on her cheek and I rise up. He must hear me breathe. Or maybe he hears my joints creak. Or it could be the demons he hears as they grasp their tally marks and scream.

His eyes fall to the blade and his lips move but I can't hear anything over the wailing in my head. I begin to move towards him and he runs. Not for his car but deep into the woods that stand on one side of the house. I take a deep breath and charge after him. The hunt is now on.