listen.

oscar wanted you to listen. use your ears. eyes. nose. catch him if you can. spot him. watch him. please.

watch him as his left hand clenched the steering wheel, the right shot to the gear stick. wheel jerked, timing the turn perfectly. left foot jabbed the clutch, the right feathered the throttle. the rear fishtailed, sliding sideways — a drift.

are you impressed? did you saw that? did you? pictures moved. trinkets moved. windows open after being left locked. curtains pulled to the right when only pull it to the left side. it must've been a mistake, right? he's being obvious. can't you notice it already?

insanity. paranoia. he's planting them in your head, to warn you. to alert you. to save you. but it was too late and all he could do was come to the side of your bed, to atleast save you from being spotted and get hurt as his friends rummage for valuables around your house.

balaclava on, eye to eye with you, hand covering your mouth. "it's okay." he whispers, like a murderer's promise.