How I Beat My Nemesis
Patience wins out
The room was dark.
I sat on the floor of my dining room with the iPhone flashlight on. Quiet.
My back against the wall.
I was going to get her, no matter how long it took me. I didn’t care. I was going to smash her.
The thought of revenge blurred my mind. It was all I could see. Nothing else mattered.
Not food, not work, not friends. I would sit still as long as I could until she made her way back through the room.
She’d be back alright.
I wanted her blood on my hands. She had already taken so much from me. I couldn’t take it anymore.
She interrupted my work. I couldn’t concentrate. My productivity was shot.
Silently she stalked me. Silently she stole from me.
Revenge would be mine for the taking; all I had to do was wait. This invisible monster would die by my hand; I would make sure.
Now, patience — and I got plenty.
I caught a glimpse of her, but I would wait. I couldn’t act too soon, or I would lose to her again.
My breathing was steady. Rhythmic. It was the only sound.
Losing was no longer an option. I would kill her.
Then it happened. She made her move, just like I knew she would.
Without a sound detected, she went in after me. I gave her a second, let her settle, then I smacked her down with all my might.
In a flash, it was over.
Her blood smeared across my palm. I looked at it and realized that the smeared blood was my own. No matter. Her reign of terror would haunt me no more.
May her death be a warning to all the other mosquitos of the world because I came to play.
If you bite me, you die.
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