"Im going to fucking break you" Reston seethed.
"Please. Please. Please. I beg you. Don't hurt me." I cried taking steps back.
Blair Summers has always lived in fear due to her relentless stalker, a presence that has haunted her since her mother mar...
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I gave my unit test and headed out of the classroom, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty about how I did. As I walked down the hallway, a teacher approached me, informing me that my name had been dropped for the guitarist position in the school band. Confused, since I hadn't submitted my name, I decided to go to the music room to inquire about it.
Entering the music room, I spotted Reston sitting on the drum stool. He cocked his eyebrows at me as I walked in and nodded at him, I approached the teacher and asked about the situation. They told me that someone had suggested my name for the guitarist position. I sat with the other guitarists to take notes.
After everyone else left, the teacher asked me to stay for a practice session to see if I was suitable for the role. I picked up a guitar and played a few songs, hoping to impress. After I finished, the teacher nodded in approval and informed me that I was selected. He then introduced me to a new composition for the upcoming school event.
I recorded him playing the piece on my phone so I could refer to it later. Then, I practiced the new composition several times, each time feeling a bit more confident. The teacher provided some pointers and asked me to continue practicing.
As I left the music room, I felt a sense of accomplishment and a surge of excitement for the upcoming event.
By the time I left school, it was already dark. I remembered that I didn't have my knife anymore, so the thought of taking the shortcut through the woods was out of the question. The stalker would be there, waiting for me. Instead, I took the main road, even though it added forty minutes to my walk home.
As I walked, the streetlights seemed unusually dim, and the darkness felt oppressive despite it being only around seven. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears. To distract myself, I plugged in my earphones and listened to the composition the music teacher had given me.
A beam of light suddenly illuminated the road ahead of me. At first, I thought it was just a car passing by, but when it matched my pace, I turned around. A slow-moving SUV followed me, its headlights glaring like halogen lights, too bright. Panic set in as I realized this might be my stalker.
My heart raced, and my mind fogged with fear. I felt like a deer caught in headlights. I turned back around and walked slowly, hoping the SUV would pass by. The urge to sprint was overwhelming, so I turned around again looking at him, the lights piercing my pupils, and I bolted.
Suddenly, the lights went out, plunging me into darkness. My eyes failed to adjust, and I tripped, falling hard to the ground. As I raised my head, I still couldn't see. Slowly, I sat up, and the lights came back on. It was his way of saying I couldn't escape, He wouldn't let me. Fear gripped me as I slowly got up, and questioned the unseen driver raising my hands.
Turning around, I began to walk toward my house again, the SUV trailing behind me. I walked until my legs felt like lead and I had to take a break. I sat down on the grass on the side of the road, trying to catch my breath, my rapid heartbeat making it difficult to breathe. The light from the SUV haunted me, its shadowy figure stopping and waiting for me to move again.
