Before we continue with my first experience of the emotion ‘fear’ you were probably wondering where my mother is. Truth is I have absolutely no clue where she is at this very moment. Obviously if I did I would have included her in this story earlier, but all I can tell you is that she is or was a wig-maker and on December 25th 1994, when I came down to open my Christmas presents, she was never seen or heard on that Christmas day and left no sign of a note of where she could be. From that day on I have never seen my mother.
At this point though the story of how my mother mysteriously disappeared is irrelevant to the story of I am meant to be telling you. Obviously.
Now if you can remember, I had just experienced the emotion ‘fear’ for the first time of my 16 years of life. I remember how it felt when drops of sweat dripped down my forehead and the sickly feeling of butterflies in my stomach occurred. I watched the figure’s shadow move around and attempt to open the window, but then discovered the only way in was to break the window. This left tiny fragments of glass scattered over my carpet. I jumped back and held my breath. I gripped my duvet and pulled it closer to me.
A foot hovered in; followed with the rest of the stranger’s body emerging from where my window once was. The stranger’s face came to turn and face where I lay. This stranger’s eyes illuminated a deathly red color. Slowly white, long teeth appeared which of course I realized this person was obviously, a sufferer of the ‘Long teeth syndrome.’ I remembered I had a lamp on the nightstand next to me which I decided to turn on to really get a good look at this person. Obviously.
I quickly flicked the lamp switch and a burst of light shot through the room. Finally this stranger’s facial identity was now seen by my eyes. To put in words on what this man looked like would be almost impossible to describe. Another emotion I had never felt before shot through me. The emotion was ‘love’ I believe. I have experienced love before, but this was different. In fact this sort of love made me want to go and kiss this man on what felt like, should be on his lips. He was utterly beautiful, but in a manly way. As these thoughts ran through my mind I forgot that there was a man who had just broken my window and was now standing at the end of my bed staring at me.
