𝓐𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓭 𝓜𝓬𝓒𝓸𝔂.
The school's "sunshine/good girl" has a hard life that she lets no one know about, except her two best friends. Growing up has always been difficult for her and her friends, but they push through it, never backing down or le...
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One month later
It's been a month since I've faced him. I just can't do it. Not after what happened in my room that night. I closed my locker, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I felt someone watching me, and I turned around sharply to hopefully catch the culprit in the act, but I find nothing. No one staring at me. Instead, everyone is busy in their own conversations and walking to their next class to pay any attention to me. In a way, I was grateful for that. I was the sunshine girl of the school, known for always making people feel happy even when they don't want to be, and for always being energetic and encouraging. But this is nice, not having anyone come up to you every five seconds for some form of help or sudden need of happiness, and I should feel relaxed and calm. I'm anything but.
Ever since this stalker issue has occurred in my life, I've always been tense and on edge, always on alert in case of anything drastic storms my way. "Astrid." I squeaked and jumped as a voice spoke my name. A voice I was already starting to get used to "I have to get to class." I quickly dismissed him, and before he could say anything more, I raced to the abandoned bathrooms for comfort. For two weeks now, I haven't received anything from my stalker- no messages no more photos, nothing, and I wasn't complaining. For this past week, I've considered going to the principal and telling him that this has stopped- but at the same time, I've had an off feeling since that day, more so than I do now.
I slammed the stall door shut, and I took a few deep breaths, calming myself down. You need to talk to him sooner or later, you live with him. I sat down on the toilet, burying my face in my hands, and stopping my breathing as I heard footsteps. Heavy, dominant, raging. I placed the heels of my feet on the seat to hide my feet from whoever was entering the stall. It was most definitely not a female, none of their footsteps were that powerful. I held my breath slightly to quiet it down, although I knew it was pointless given I was the only one in here and only my stall was closed. But I had nothing else to do to try and hide, and the footsteps became louder, almost shaking the ground. I covered my mouth to suppress a whimper that threatened to escape my lips, and they grew louder, stopping out front of my stall.
For a few minutes, I heard nothing, and I closed my eyes, figuring that I was just hallucinating all of this, until I suddenly heard a loud pounding on my stall door, and I whispered loudly, cowering as much as I could away from the door. The tips of the shoes of this intruder were poking through the bottom of my stall, and it only scared me more. My blood ran cold, sweat trickled down my forehead to my chest again, and mg breathing became shallow and short like it did back at home a little while ago "little jaguar..." the voice spoke, smooth and steady, the pounding on the door stopping, and I exhaled a shaky breath, not answering. When the guy on the other side of the door got no response from me, he continued "oh little jaguar... you have no idea what you do to me..." suddenly, he left. I should be relieved. Happy, even that he's gone. But I'm not. Instead, I sink to the floor of the stall and I cry like a baby, my whole body shaking and my blood going cold like ice, causing me to shiver uncontrollably.
