Obsessive

02

Zane

The mall is a perfect place to watch people. There are usually too many people for them to catch you watching. Even if they do, people never do anything to stop it. Guys don't care and girls like the attention.

But it's very rare for me to actually find someone though. No one has the spark I'm looking for. The light of life that I love to take away. All of my former victims have had something in their eyes. A dream or something to live for. I asked them if they would die for it and they would always reply no.

Such a shame how boring people are these days.

I'm standing by the glass panes overlooking the bottom floor. People swarm around me and it makes me feel irritated. I don't notice when someone gets a little too close. She rams into me but it affects her more than me. She stumbles back so I reach out to catch her. Our eyes lock and I loose my breath.

She's gorgeous. Vibrant gray eyes that are observing and kind. Thick blonde hair flows down her back like heavy Waterfall and her figure is curvy yet thin. I wonder if she's anorexic.

"Are you alright?" I ask, searching her face for any signs of pain. Her eyes seem to flare in excitement but as she searches my face it fades to disappointment.

"Yeah, sorry sir" she says. I release my grip on her and watch as she follows her friend. I stare at her back and then she turns her head to look at me.

A normal person might wave or smile but I just stare. She blushes and turns back around. After a moment, I launch forward and speed walk towards her.

My mind is made up. She's my new victim.

I follow them out into the parking lot before taking my car and trailing behind them. The girls first grab snowcones before heading over to the park. I sit in my car behind them and watch as they swing on the swingset. Then they move for kids to take over. I follow them throughout the day, waiting for them to get home. To my surprise, both of them stop at the same house. I assume they're spending the night then.

Leaning over, I reach into my glovebox and grab my notebook. Then I search the center console for a pen. After thinking and scrapping a few drafts, I write my poem.

I always write my victims letters or poems or quotes to let them know that they're next. Some people simply ignore it while others freak out and isolate themselves in a weird panic. Once they're dead, detectives don't work hard to solve the case. As soon as the body is identified then might as well drop the case. They'll never find me.

I wait until the sun has fully set before I get out of the car and run around to the back of the house. I use the lattice and climb up to the window. Lo and behold, I'm right where the bedroom is. Neither of the girls are in sight and the window is already open.

Crawling through, I barely step inside. I drop the note on the bed and leave it for the girls to find. On my way out, I close the window.

I head back over to my car and start it up. I usually stay and watch them, waiting for their true reaction. But I just have a feeling that I'll have plenty of time with my new person.

♤

My house is small but befitial for me. One bedroom, one bathroom, and a finished basement. I head down into the basement and fire up my computer. When I search up Molly, I get plenty of names. But one sticks out to me. Molly Monroe.

I've heard that last name around before but I'm not sure where. I click on the link and an Instagram account pops up. A surge of excitement peaks my gut when I see her face.

Her Instagram is fit just for her. Pictures of her books, friends, and life adorn the page. Heat flashes throughout my body when I see a photo of her in the arms of a boy around her age. I browse his account too and figure that they might be together.

I'll just take care of him later...

I am so proud of her. Unlike her friends, she is secretive about her body. While her friend Paige loves to post about her bikini modeling, Molly rarely posts pictures below her chest unless she's fully clothed. It makes me want to find out what she's preserving. Then I question if she's let her boyfriend see her most intimate parts.

At around nine, I shut down my computer and go to bed. My mission tomorrow is to find Molly again and give her another note.

It'll be a matter of time before she gets to know who I really am.

♤

I yawn after I set my coffee down. I woke up early to show back up at Paiges house before Molly left. It's now ten am and I'm still waiting for Molly.

Finally, at noon, a new car pulls up. A women gets out just as Molly walks out of the door. I recognize that this women is a real estate agent and I've seen her name and face on for sale signs all over town. No hugs are exchanged and I wonder if Molly gets any love at all.

Don't worry, Darling. I'll give you all the love in the world.

They leave and I follow behind. We barely drive a few blocks before Ms. Monroe pulls into a nice two story house with near perfect landscaping. Without any words, Molly and her mother head inside.

Now that I know the address, I head home once more and sleep again. I'm feeling successful with my work today and now I'm ready to plan.

Molly Monroe is mine and she doesn't even know it yet.