I watched her. I studied her every move. Every time she got out of
bed, every time she left her house, I watched. Silently, without judgment
Her name was Rowan. She lived in the city. I watched her grow up. I
followed her to school, and then to college. After that came the
internship, and then the contract with the law firm.
She liked to walk. Every chance she got, Rowan walked. Each morning
she walked to the firm. In the evenings she would walk back home.
And I watched her. Always.
I was watching her that day too. I watched her walk down the busy
city streets towards her house. I saw her notice the stranger behind her-
the stranger following her. I watched her hasten her pace, and I watched
as her followed suit.
Rowan was running now. I could tell that she wasn't paying attention
to where she was going. She was just running. She was just trying to get
away form the stranger.
I watched her enter the concrete building complex. Then I saw her
turn her head around, to see her pursuer. I knew that she wanted to keep
on running. I could tell that she wanted to with all her might. But she
couldn't. She was frozen in place.
I watched as the stranger reached the complex as well. Under his dark
hood I saw him smile manically at Rowan. I watched him pull out his sharp,
From there on it was all a blur. For the first time in my life, I had
stopped watching. All of Rowan's life- during her entire existence- I had
been there, looking at her. But now I had stopped- for just a moment- and
she was dead.
Filled with anguish, I looked around, ignoring the stranger's swift
Rowan's body seemed to be drowning in a sea of concrete. All around her-
the ground, the walls- everything was made of cold, hard concrete.
Walls rose around the courtyard- around Rowan- like a protecting
fortress. No, I decided. They rose like a cage, keeping her locked within
I stared at Rowan's body, watching once more. It was then that I
realized it. Then that I fully understood.
Rowan- she was me. And I was dead.