I just saw the movie yesterday and this kept on begging to be written so here I am.

Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye, because if I did I would have made the ending different.

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The thought of him fills me with terror and dread. I see him lying on the floor in my father's hallway. I remember thinking how broken he looks. A bubble of pity rose in me at that moment, but I stabbed it fast.

He didn't die that day. He was so close to death and when I looked into his eyes I saw an emotion I can't clarify.

That's the look that haunts my dreams. His ice cold beautiful eyes haunt me. When I first saw him I remember comparing him with a statue of the arch-angel Gabriel and finding him to be more beautiful than God' angel.

The man tried to kill me and people I care for, but a part of me has forgiven him. Is it wrong? A part of me wishes for the charming stranger I met in line. A part of me wishes for the man at the bar. And the deep dark place of me wishes for him.

I wake up in the middle of the night with his eyes playing in my head and sometimes it is not fear that fills me up and threatens to take over. Sometimes that other emotion is the most horrifying one. Scarier than death, the one emotion will send me chills.

I saw on the news the other day that he was missing. The police came to interview me. They asked if he had tried to make contact with me. I answered truthfully when I said he had not.

At night I sometimes ponder where he is. I sometimes catch myself wondering if he is safe, usually then I shake my head and remind myself that he tired to kill me. Then sometimes his blue eyes will flash through my mind.

Once every month I go out to a bar and order myself a bay breeze. I'm not sure why I do this. Maybe I do this to help myself never forget that day. I don't know why I want to remember that horrid day.

The devil's angel changed me. For better or worse I don't know. I know that I was never the same that day. Something inside of me awoke. He brought me out of my self exile.

For that I will thank him, the one good thing he has given me. I am not as lonely as I was before that day. I move now with more confidence and caution. I have dated, but none have lasted more than a month. Something holds me back from getting close to a man, my rape is not it. I don't know what it is anymore.

"Lisa." Someone call's my name and I drift out of my thoughts of him. He is gone from my life and I must stop thinking of him. It is not healthy to think of the man who tried to kill me and my father. No matter how sometimes his voice would become sad. No matter how when he saw my scar his eyes became almost gentle. No matter the emotion I saw in his eyes and no matter what other emotion wakes me up in the night.

Goodbye Jackson Rippner.

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Was it horrible? I'm not sure if it makes sense to anyone, but me. Tell me what you think please! Thanks so much for reading!