Moment in Time (PLEASE DO NOT READ. I WARNED YOU)

Chapter 14

Lily's POV

I was scared. I wanted to run away and hide from the rest of the world. I felt the urge to lurk in the shadows without anyone knowing I was there. I had to do something. I just had to. It was for the sake of my insanity.

Everyday I had repeatedly been getting creepy texts from an unknown number. I couldn't text it back.

I was 100% sure that it wasn't a prank. It went too far to be a mindless joke.

This person seemed to know everything about me. I would get texts at random times of the day saying how hot I looked in what I was wearing or how I didn't need to cry.

I couldn't help but to go through the texts every hour. I felt like I was being watched. I probably was. Who could this be?

I didn't tell anyone yet. I went on with my life as it was perfect. It was all amusing to me because, clearly, my life wasn't perfect. I had abusive parents; now I have a creepy stalker and let's not forget about Tyler. Freaking douche.

I wasn't sure if I should tell anyone about my dilemma. No one knew I was abused and I hope it stays that way. But the whole stalker thing, I was confused on whether or not I should keep it a secret.

I finally came to the conclusion of not telling anyone. I mean it was probably not that big of a deal and I was just overreacting. Yep. That's it.

To make things worse that freaking mofo, Harry, didn't kik me at all. I just wanted to chop his balls off. I thought we were friends. I guess not. Son of a crack head. Oh watch when I get my hands on him. The world is finally gonna end and he asked for it.

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School came and passed by like a breeze. My friends and I had wanted to stay after school to watch the football game.

I was wearing a red oversized sweater. I paired it with liquid black leggings and grey combat boots. My hair was pulled back in a high ponytail with a white nylon headband pulling back my baby hair. The headband really contrasted with my dark brown hair making it look vibrant.

Our school's team was the City Honors Centaurs and as much as I hated saying it, we sucked. I don't mean suck as in we're not that good. I mean sucked as in can't throw a ball or catch or tackle the right way. The list could go on and on.

Right now, Chelsea, Caitlin, Ben, and I were making posters. Practice was going on at the moment so we had plenty of time. I guess people could say we had some school spirit. But it was kind of hard watching the home team lose every single game.

"Chelsea! Give me the silver glitter glue!" Ben commanded.

Chelsea handed it over to him. We were using glitter glue because what can I say? We're just that awesome.

"I like your poster Caitlin. It's quite..demanding." Chelsea chuckled.

"That's what happens when your team sucks." Caitlin replied sticking her tongue out.

"Oh shut up. We're not THAT bad." Chelsea defended. Caitlin gasped and Ben snickered.

"Pssht. We are THAT bad. If we were to play against Huch Tech you know we'd lose. That's saying something because we all know how much they suck." Ben argued.

While this bickering was going on, I stayed silent. Caitlin seemed to notice this.

"Why are you so quiet?" Caitlin asked.

"Nothing. Just tired." I said hoping they would let it go and believe my lie.

"You expect us to believe that Lil?" Ben remarked.