Meeting my Maker

Chapter 3

I try to keep my focus off of the creepy events that happened to me recently. I try to find anime's or other TV programs to watch, anything really to take my mind off it. I think I was watching an anime about volleyball when I got a sickening feeling in my body, I had to rush to the bathroom to throw up. My mind starts to scatter with one thought after another about my stalker, and I finally decide to turn to the police for help. I take my phone and key with me and leave home. My nerves are too shot to ride my bike so I decide to speed walk there. I arrive there close to 4:00pm and enter through the front doors.

"It looks busy here" I say to myself as I stand and wait.

I guess one of the officers noticed my unease as I stood there by the door, she lifted her hand up and waved me over. I walked shakily over to her and she took me into the back, I think she led me into one of the interrogation rooms, somewhere private to talk.

"Is there something you would like to tell me about?" the officer says. "You looked shaken when you came in, like something scared you to your bones."

"Yes officer" I reply, my hands and arms shaking from the nerves. "I think I'm being stalked."

The officer's expression turns more serious as he clasps his hands, his elbows resting on the table.

"Can you tell me when it first occurred? When did you first think you were being stalked?" he asks.

"Yesterday, I think it was Saturday afternoon. I was taking my normal route from home into the city, I normally go to the library near here and the café next to it. I like to read and write at those places" I tell him.

"I see. Are there any other places you visit near here?" he asks.

"Not really, I just take casual walks here to calm myself down. School is stressful, and coming out here helps ease my mind" I say.

"So it started sometime yesterday, did you think about coming here that day?" he asks.

"A little, but I thought my mind was tricking me due to the stress from school. I didn't pay it much attention, until I felt the same feeling just earlier today" I tell him.

"Did you see what your stalker looked like?" he asks. "Any detail helps if you can remember. Height, maybe their age, gender, body type or physique."

"I'm sorry, I don't have anything like that. I know that without it your job is harder, I'm sorry" I say as I start to cry.

After telling the officer I don't remember any details about my stalker, I start to lose hope that they'll be caught. I start to think that maybe he'll get to me, I start to feel sick and cry harder as I worry about what they might do to me.

The officer gets up and puts a blanket over me, a cup of hot tea on the table in front of me as he kneels at my side. The officer tries to comfort me the best he can, and after an hour and a half I manage to pull myself together, and I try to ease my mind.

"You may not have any details about their appearance, but that doesn't mean you should lose hope. We know the area they stay in, unpleasantly and unfortunately to follow you. We can stay around the area and keep a look out for anyone strange, if we find someone, we'll bring them in for questioning. Is that alright with you?" he asks.

I wipe away my tears and with a slightly less shaky voice than before, I give him an 'okay'.

"Would you like for me to drive you home?" he asks.

"Yes please, thank you" I tell him, my voice still harboring a sad tone.

The officer takes me by my left arm and helps me to my feet, and he helps me out the back door to the parking lot. He opens the passenger side door for me and I sit down, putting on the seatbelt as he walks around the car to get in. We later pull up outside my home, he turns off the car and turns towards me.

"Is there anything else we can do to help you?" he asks.

"No thanks, and thank you for the ride. I'm very thankful sir" I say to him.

"Please feel free to call 911 if you need to, or come by the station if something else occurs. Until then, which I hope doesn't happen, please try to enjoy your night. It hurts any compassionate person to see a young girl like you have to deal with this" he says.

"Thank you, I'll do my best" I say as I get out of the patrol car.

I wave goodbye to the officer as he drives away. I walk up the front path to my home, even though the sun is getting lower and it's getting darker, each step I take towards the door is one step closer to safety. I take out my key from my pocket and unlock the door, stepping inside. My parents rush to me, worried expressions on their faces asking where I was and why a cop was dropping me off.

"What happened sweetie are you okay?" my mom asks.

"Are you hurt Skye?" my father asks.

"I don't know, I don't feel okay" I say, choking myself back from crying a second time. "Please just leave me alone for tonight."