I was scared of him.
I hid in my house with the curtains shut to try to avoid him.
I figured I would be safe there, away from his danger, away from having to look into his bloodshot eyes. I told myself that he didn't know where to find me, even though I knew it was a lie. He knew exactly where I was, but he wasn't ready to take me yet.
One day I heard a knock on the door, when I opened the door to greet my guest there he stood, looming over me, I felt the weight of a thousand sand bags on my shoulders. He uttered my worst fear. "You could hide all you wanted, but eventually I would get you".
I wasted my life, hiding from something that will always find you in the end.