Acquaintance by Hanna Morozova

- Where are you?

Silence.
- Who are you?
Silence.
- I am not afraid of you. Do you hear me? I am not afraid! I don’t …
I’m feeling a slight shiver and a light breeze of cold and eerie… silence. It wants to make me suffer. It wants to make me cry, shout or maybe even… die. But I’m stronger than it thinks. Stronger and more courageous. Much more.
Torturous silence. I know – this silence was the worst evil in the world. The worst. But it makes me feel guilty. Me.
- What is my fault?!
Silence.
- I hate this silence. I can’t stand this hush. I hate but don’t be afraid. Don’t.
I’m feeling sight. Someone is ripping off my skin, denuding my soul, trying to see my true thoughts and desire. Someone or something. It knows about me everything. It is a part of me.
I’m exhausted, but…
- I recognize you… Mr. Fear.