I Know Who You Are

I stood at the top of the staircase frozen. My whole body trembling, shaking, gripping onto Taylor’s hand for dear life. Literally.

The man I had been obsessed with and idolised was actually standing in my doorway, talking to me, staring at me. The majority of me was scared stiff but the other part of me was so freaking excited, I mean what do you feel when you meet your idol? I know he’s a mass murder and all but I could see behind all the murders and crimes. Something must have made him that way. I mean he was fucking bigger than Jack The Ripper and that’s saying something. But to me he was waaaaay more interesting too.

“What’s wrong sweetie?”

The clown stepped forward making me jump. He smiled. Then held up a knife just inches from his face and began laughing hysterically.

Taylor grabbed my arm and I didn’t move, just stared at him.

“C’mon!” She pulled harder on my arm. Enough so, that I couldn’t ignore it and we both ran into my bedroom slamming the door behind us. I jumped onto my bed next to the window staring into space. Taylor leaned her back against the door, I don’t know why; he’d clearly get in anyway. She began sobbing and I was snapped out of my trance.

“Shh shh, it’s going to be okay babe.” I cradled her against my chest and kissed her forehead.

“Denny.. How can you say, “Its going to be okay”? I mean we’re going to die,” She cried harder and by now my top was transparent from tears. I didn’t know what to say. We probably would die but I didn’t want to think about that. I have to admit though, I didn’t see it as a bad thing, y’know your idol killing you and all?

“Ohh come come now girlies!”

His voice sent shivers down my spine and I began to panic a little.

“Fuck you!”

I could have slapped myself for that. Why Denny Why?
Taylor just stared at me through her watery eyes.

“Quick the window!” I whispered.

We both made our way to the window and I held it up for Taylor to escape. As she was climbing out onto the roof, the door was violently kicked down by two men in clown masks. I screamed and Taylor tried to hurray but her foot got stuck underneath the window ledge.

“What’s the hurry?”

I turned around to see the Joker standing right behind me. His make-up seemed so clean and fresh up close and his hair was extremely greasy. He smelled of alcohol and sweat.

take he hasn’t showered in a while. Jeez.

He smiled, his yellow teeth two rows one above the other. Apart from the yellowness, his teeth looked fine.
I had no time to think of what to do and before I could register what was happening a hand was wrapped around my mouth and I was pushed against my bedroom wall.

“Now I don’t think “Fuck you” is a nice way to greet your guests, what do ya say boys?”
He turned to the clowns at the window grabbing Taylor back into the room.

“What do you think huh?”

He turned back to me and held a knife to my throat. I started to squirm until I was slapped on the cheek. I stopped and looked away. He pulled my chin to face him and I groaned in pain.
“I asked you a question!”

His voice became more harsher and less playful and he pushed the knife closer to my throat and it broke the skin then a few drops of blood started to fall from my cut. I yelped out and Taylor screamed obscene words at the clowns.

“No!” I shouted

His face was just inches from mines and he patted me cheek as he smiled.

“There! that wasn’t so hard now was it?” His voice was so patrinising and sarcastic, my idol was beginning to annoy and frustrate me.

I shook my head knowing if I didn’t answer he would probably chop my head off.

“Okay, so you and your little friend are going to come quietly with me and the boys. Okay?”

He flashed his cheesy grin at me and pinned my hands behind my back and pulled me down the stairs. I was soon aware Taylor wasn’t with me but I could hear her still screaming rude words at the clown men.

“Where’s Taylor?”

I asked swallowing my tongue.

Jeez I was so scared. I mean what did you expect!

“Oh don’t worry she’s coming too sugar.”

As much as I wanted her to live and be safe I couldn’t help but feel relived that I wasn’t going to be going with him alone.

“Where are we going?”

He stopped me abruptly, forcing my body against the white van doors.

“You’ll go where I say!”

His disgusting breath blew into my face as he spoke forcing me to look away and he once again grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look at him.

“Is it the scars?” He asked almost sounding comforting.

“No, just your breath.” I smiled sarcastically.

WHAT THE FUCK DENNY?

The smile was soon wiped off when he placed that famous knife into my mouth and I started to cry.

“Oh boy, your gonna be so much fun.” He smiled and spun me around, my back to him and smashed my face against the van door. Then I was surrounded by darkness.