Darkest temptations

chapter one

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘

MY EYES BORE into his from my bedroom window. Darkness plagues his eyes, them being so alluring yet so terrifying. His hood covers his identity, making me wonder what's hidden beneath. This seems to have become routine, at first, it felt as if someone was watching me. Watching my every move.

He had never made an insight appearance up until a few nights ago. I was reading a book on the bay window in my bedroom, as one does, when I felt eyes burning into my skin. Looking outside, and that's when I spotted him. A shadow, stood there. Staring at me. His shadow being so enticing.

Fear raced through my mind, my heart pounding as if it was trying to break free from its confinements. My first instinct was to pull my curtains shut, rush to my closet and grab the 9mm revolver I keep stored there. It gave me reassurance for the mean time, however, I'm glad he didn't turn up seen as the cartridge was completely empty of the one thing needed. Bullets.

He taunts me, scares me and I am fucking terrified of him. Why is he watching me? How long has he been watching me? I mean, why me?

So many questions that I need answers to. So many questions that I know may never be answered. I don't dare make a move to speak to him, why would I? I'm not trying to be in the murder headlines of the 'Vancouver Sun.'

I turn away for a split moment, to grab my book, but when I turn back around—he's gone. A feeling of confusion and disappointment runs throughout my body, my brows furrowing. I shake my head to push them thoughts aside and stand from my place. I pull the curtains shut, not in a hurry, but quick enough so I don't continue to gauge my eyes outside the window. In search for him.

Even though he's not in sight, I can still feel the holes he's burnt onto my figure. His sick, twisted mind is probably enjoying this. This game. My body is barely hidden, an almost see-through shirt that stops just below my ass adorns my body and is a shameful sight to anyone who's lurking in the shadows. My smooth legs that leave much room for imagination on show.

He probably enjoys the hunt. The chase in which he wonders if I'm ever going to confront him. Will I? Eventually. I have too many questions that I refuse to be left unanswered, but I would rather not be killed whilst trying to ask them. These obsessive thoughts do nothing to put my mind at ease, my stomach sinking the tiniest bit more whenever it comes to mind.

I should've listened to my friends when they said not to live in the middle of a forest, but how could I say no to the saleswoman? The shitty apartment I was residing in compared to this? It was great offer, one that I could afford and the house itself is really pretty. Everything is in good shape, only a few small issues with wiring and mould. Probably kind of haunted too.

It still needs a lot of work, but it'll work out. I know it will. It always does.

The outside setting however, is far more beautiful than I could've ever imagined. Though I may be biased, seeing as I live here, but the subtle golden glow that rests upon the trees and grass when the sun sets and rises—urges me to go outside more than I already do.

Further exploring the forest, there is a meadow which is full of blooming flowers. Several different colours, purples; blues; yellows and my favourite. Pink. There's a lake just behind the house that I don't dare go near. I can't swim, which seems ridiculous, but I can't and I don't want to learn. Water scares me more than my own thoughts. There's many aspects about it which scare me, but the thought of being trapped in a situation where I'm surrounded by water and unable to breathe?

Moving on.

As a florist, I earn minimum wage but it's enough to keep me fed and happy. Plus, on the upper side, it introduced me to the ray of sunshine Cindy. My best friend. The one person who's always been there for me ever since I moved here in search of a fresh start.