Underwater

Stalkers Anonymous

P.O.V: Kashia
I told Kenna I would handle it in the calmest voice possible.

I ran downstairs and grabbed the fire extinguisher. When I got to the kitchen the only part on fire was the oven. Thank goddess!

When I was sure there was no more traces of a fire I trudged my behind back upstairs. While climbing them I took a look at the pictures hanging on the wall.

I never realized how good of a photographer my mother was. One picture caught my eye so I took closer look at it.

When I looked at it for a few minutes I noticed something.

There was a man behind a tree holding a camera and a notepad. When I took glance at the other photos he was in these ones to. Have I had a stalker all of my life?

I ran, taking two stairs at a time, up to the storage room.

After I nearly knocked down the door while pushing it open I sorted through all the pictures of my parents and I. I ran across a file with my name on it. When I opened the folder it had a bunch of pictures in it. They ranged in age from when I was 6 to 16.

When I flipped the pictures over they had words on the back written in red marker. Each had a place in the photo.

When I turned the photo back over sure enough the man was in each of these places.

So my parent had known about my stalker. What else had they kept from me?

Maybe they knew about my water abilities. Wait, if they knew about the stalker then that means they lied to me. For 18 years! This was unbelievable. I get the whole lie about the adoption. That I can understand, but this to?

Gosh, I left McKenna in my room. When I barged into the bedroom everything was back in order.

"I have a personal stalker." I blurted.

The next thing she said is what shocked me the most.

"I know."