A Watching Feeling

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 "Hm? Oh. I don't think so." I said, absently rubbing my arm. My escort noticed and took a step towards me. I stayed stone still as he took a hold of my wrist and pushed up my sleeve.

When he saw the bruises on it, his eyes widened in surprise, then fury. He switched to the other arm and lifted that sleeve too. More bruises trailed down that arm.

"What happened?" He demanded. I took back my arms and pulled down my sleeves. "Was it him?" He asked, referring to the eyes that watched me every night. I wanted to tell him we didn't know if it was a male watching me but I didn't care.

"No. Just some girls messing around." I assure him, wrapping my arms around me. His eyes narrow.

"What is their definition of messing around, exactly?"

"Pushing me down the stairs." I whisper, remembering tumbling down the metal stairs at the school after hours. I couldn't make myself look up but my escort stepped closer and lifted my chin so that I was looking into his eyes.

"If it happens again, tell me. I'll make sure they don't hurt you again." His brilliant green eyes softened and he brushed a finger against my cheek. He stepped back and nodded.

I watched him walk down the hall towards the stairs and I followed him. I watched him walk down the stairs to the door at the bottom. He opened it and glanced back up at me. He winked before closing the door behind him.

Later that night, I was working on a dress for the upcoming dance at school as I thought of my new escort. He looked to be about at least three years my senior and was very good looking. He had gorgeous blonde hair and his eyes were absolutely dazzling. Plus, a guy in uniform? It was basically torture.

I pricked my finger and winced as I watched a bead of blood come to the surface and begin to spread. I stuck my finger in my mouth to stop the blood flow and stood up to get a bandaid. I heard a sound come from outside my window and I walked over to see what it was.

It was pouring rain outside and it was hard to see. I squinted and made out a blur of white. I thought nothing of it until it moved closer and I could better see that it was a man in a white cat costume. It sounded cute or funny but finding that outside my window, with pale blue eyes gazing in at me, I had to cover my mouth to keep from screaming.

He moved closer and I could better make out his shape. His hair was drenched and dark but his eyes were electric almost. He raised his hand and pressed it to the window. Unconsciously, I did the same and raised my hand to press it opposite his.

He grinned and leaned forward to rest his head against the window where his hand had just been. I pulled my hand away, frightened as he pulled back and grinned at me. His smile... there was something wrong with it. But whatever it was disappeared, along with him.