Fugue

I saw the creature outside my motel room, but I’m losing the will to care. Its claws are too sharp for me to fight, and nobody’s going to miss me.

I would call the police and warn everyone, but it doesn’t matter. It would slaughter them. All it wants is me.

The investigator called back, but I haven’t touched my phone.

I’ve spent two days staring at myself in the mirror and thinking of her and wondering what I’ve done with my life.

I feel compelled to leave this place.