You look out the window , only to see a face staring right back at you . Whose is it ? Why are they there ?

My belly made a soft groaning noise that was accompanied by a deep ache. I looked down at it and covered it with my hand in the hopes that it would sooth my empty stomach and I would feel better. I frowned as it continued to growl. 
 A man's voice in front of me made me look up. I wish I had n't. I saw the man talking, looking away from me and not paying me any attention. Then I saw the man in the chair. He was closer than I wanted him to be, and his eyes were locked onto mine. 
 They were almost black, his eyes. Dark bags hung underneath them, making them look more like black holes. He was so full of hate, I could feel it through the glass. 
 I held my aunt's hand tighter as my heart sped up. She was weeping so hard, she did n't notice that he was staring at me. 
 Then the man did the only thing that could make the moment more terrifying, and smiled. 
 It was a slow smile. His lips pulled up in the corners gradually as if they were being pulled up by strings. As his smile spread, his few blackened teeth that remained were revealed from behind his cracked dry lips. 
 I had to pee then. I crossed my legs and bit my lip. I would not let him know how much he scared me. He must have seen me cross my legs though, because he began to laugh. I could hear his hoarse cackle through the window. My stinging eyes began to fill with tears as I felt the hot urine stream down my leg. 
 The talking man then grabbed a small black sack and put it over the man in the chair's head. I felt a small relief to not have to look at his face anymore, but the bag continued to shake as he laughed, and I could still see and hear him very clearly in my head. 
 `` You watch now, Jacob,'' my aunt said to me. `` This will avenge your mommy and daddy.'' 
 I looked up at her and nodded. She was grieving, and seemed to be talking to herself more than me. I looked back through the window as the man in the chair had metal contraptions attached to his head. 
'Will it?,' I asked myself of my aunt's statement. This man did not seem to care about dying whatsoever. Not like my parents. They had something worth living for. All we were doing to him was ending his boredom. 
 As the countdown began, I was getting myself angrier. He left me an orphan in one night, and then he gets to be free of this world in minutes. But worst of all, he will remain here after his death; in my mind. I knew I would not soon be forgetting a face as foul as his. In this way, he had taken one more life, without adding to his list of victims. 
 I jumped up from my chair and pulled my hand away from my aunt's. I knew I was leaving a small trail of pee behind me, but I did n't care. I ran to the front and pressed my face against the glass. I wanted to watch him burn as close as I could. 
 My aunt called for me as the countdown reached zero. The switch was flipped, and his head jerked. I watched his fingers grasp the arm rests and grinned. As my aunt ran to me and picked me up into her arms, I watched them turn off the electricity, and saw him go limp. 
 `` Good,'' I said as the tears began to pour out. `` Burn in Hell.'' And I buried my face in my aunt's shoulder.
