Deaths Fate

Chapter Three

It was going on four hours since I first felt like I was being watched. I was currently at home in my pajamas doodling on my iPad while lounging on my couch. It was the perfect way to spend a Friday night at eight pm. Every couple of minutes I would glance around me precariously, hoping to find something that shouldn't have been there but failing before dropping my eyes down to my screen.

Without even thinking about it I had drawn a pair of deep set eyes and a broad and rounded nose, I was just starting to work on the lips when I realized was I was doing and stopped. I was drawing a mans face but it was no one that I had felt like I had known but at the same time I felt like the features were familiar to me. I couldn't put my finger on it. I placed my Apple Pencil between my lips, deep in concentration, trying to figure out why this half drawn sketch called to me so much.

Then with a frustrated sigh I pulled my pencil back to the iPad and erased the face, trying to push it back from existence. Once the image was gone, I threw my iPad onto the couch beside me and sat back in a huff. My arms crossed over my chest, fingers digging aggressively into my forearms as I tried to figure out what to do. I no longer felt the urge to draw anymore and I didn't want to watch anything on tv.

"If someone's here, just show yourself already," I blurted out aggressively, my eyes roaming over the empty room waiting for any sign that I wasn't going crazy, that it wasn't just in my head. It was silent in my apartment, there was no sound of movement or anything except for my own rising breaths. I was completely alone and there was no one there but me. I thought that if I had been assertive it might have caught off guard any type of entity that could be with me right now and would have at least made me feel even an ounce of sanity. I was going crazy.

The room was starting to feel stuffy and thick with my own tension. I needed to get out of here and go for a walk, some fresh air now that it had cooled off a little as the sun was starting to slowly set was much needed. I pushed myself up quickly from the couch and rushed to the front door, kicking off my slippers and putting on a pair of my tennis shoes. I was feeling feverish, as if I didn't leave right now I would suffocate in my apartment.

The cool summer air smacked against my face as I rushed out my front door, taking the steps two at a time down my porch and to the sidewalk below. I wasn't sure where I was going but I knew that I needed to get away from my house and hopefully then I wouldn't feel like I was being followed. My pace was fast, as I moved down the sidewalk, taking a sharp turn at a light and making my way down another road.

I followed the sidewalk as far as it would go until I had to cross the road to go to the small park that we had in the area 'Look Out Park'. It wasn't exactly a park, but more of a place that people could sit around and have little picnics, or sit in the big rocking chairs. The main reason it was called Look Out was due to the fact that you were able to look out over the horizon and see all of Grand Rapids at your feet, the bustling traffic on the highway, the large buildings towering around. There wasn't much else to see besides that.

There were clusters of people sitting around on blankets on the ground, talking animatedly to one another. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I could see their changing expressions and the speed at which they talked. They were all so happy and excited for the weekend, excited for life. Little children were running around in games of chase, some were blowing bubbles out of toy wands. The small park was full of life.

I walked until I was standing on the small cliffs edge, looking down at the city below me. No matter what time of day, Grand Rapids would always be a hustle and bustle kind of place. Even at 8:30pm, cars were flying on the highway, there were small little dots that were people walking around on the city floor below. They were all in their own little worlds, doing their own thing, and living the lives that they should have been living.