Deepest Cut of all from You

I woke up in my apartment. I felt the exhaustion of someone who hasn't slept for days. I could barely stand, but I could hear the TV in the main room. I lived alone, so I had to see who was there.

 I opened the door and saw him. He turned to look at me, then got up from the couch and walked towards me, hands behind his back.

"You weren't supposed to see that, Liz. But it's fine. I did it for you."

"What are you talking about?" I had to fight to stay on my feet.

He brought his hands forward, revealing a blank white mask, which he held out as if offering it to me. "I couldn't have him taking you from me. I quite enjoy your company."

I turned to face away from him against my will. After I did so, he put the mask over my face, then went into the kitchen. He returned with a knife in his hand, which he then put into mine.

"Say my name, Liz. I know you know it."

"Dirk Rossman?"

"Oh come now, Liz. Dirk Rossman's dead. You saw him die. Say my name."

". . . Derek Rossman."