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Serena

I can't believe Hunter is coming back tomorrow. Just one more day before I see him again. His soft lips against mine, the feel of his arms around me, his scent overwhelming my senses. I just hope today goes faster than yesterday. Yesterday didn't start particularly well. It was scary to begin with didnt improve much. I went for a walk with Callista, came home and my room looked a little different than usual. I couldn't pick out what it was but a little voice in the back of my mind kept telling me something was out of place. For the rest of the day I did not do much but eat and sleep.

I woke up today feeling sore and tired, my body ached from all the running and my inner thighs were bruised. I wondered where those came from. How the hell could bruises appear out of nowhere? Yesterday was a pretty scary day for me. I went for an early morning run, heard footsteps yet again. I could almost swear there was someone in the shadows. Watching me. Waiting for me. I felt like prey, like a poor gazelle being watched by a hungry lion ready to pounce at any moment. My heart raced, my pulse quickened and I ran home faster than I ever had before.

I peeked out the window just in time to see a flash of green drive by. Fuck! Was that car driving by or was it following me? I could've sworn that was the beetle I've been seeing recently. Damn it Rena what are you going to do? Maybe Hunter will know. Maybe when he comes back he can make it all better. I really hope so. I can't let my fear consume me the same way it did my mother.

What am I gonna do. Maybe I should buy some cameras and hide them in my room? What if someone comes in while I'm off to buy them? "Here's what I'll do, nobody knows how my room looks aside from me. I'll set my room in such a way that only I know exactly where everything is. I placed my diary closed on the left corner of my table and made my bed in a military fashion with left corner folded up.

I've had a strange feeling of being followed this past week. I don't know if it's my imagination but something in my gut is telling me I'm being followed. I'm scared and home alone and the events of this past week aren't really helping with my anxiety. Isn't this the plot to some bad movie where the girl gets murdered? The mere thought sent a chill down to my very core, gnawing away at my insides.

I was getting ready to leave the house and go to the mall to get a camera when my phone rang.

"Hey its Rena."
"Hey Rena it's Claire."
"Hey Claire bear what do you need?"
"Nothing at all. I was wondering if you want to hang out today?"
"Yeah sure, I could really use the break and I was on my way to brooklyn mall anyway, meet you there in twenty minutes?
"Sure thing, see you then."

Claire and I talked a bit more before we hung up. Well I may be a little paranoid but at least my friends always make me feel better. I walked down my street towards the mall. I passed the pristine buildings, the lush green backyards of my neighbours, the park where Hunter and I had our first date and the swings where we had our first kiss.

Usually walking down this road I get filled with joy and comfort but tonight is different. I have this feeling of dread and paranoia. I jump at every voice I hear. My pulse quickens anytime a car near me slows down.

At long last I get to the mall. Finally somewhere I feel safe. At least here I can blend in with crowd. I wait for Claire to arrive and as I do I look around the parking lot, a see a whole row of VW beetles. There's a red one, a blue one, a black one and last but not least a green one. Could that be the one I've been seeing recently? My heart begins racing and a single bead of sweat drips down my spine. Before I think of something to do Someone creeps up behind me and whispers whispers," you look like you've seen a ghost."

I tense up for a bit then relax when I see that the mysterious voice was Claire's. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "Shit Claire," I yell," don't do that!" I know she means well but why would you scare a person who looks scared enough as is?
She looked at me and mumbled," Sorry..." I guess I was a bit harsh on her. "Sorry-" I began. "It's okay, so anyways what do you wanna do all day?" I wondered for a moment. What could I do to keep us entertained? Well maybe shopping or a movie? "Hello,"she said," earth to Rena."
"Sorry Claire I guess I zoned out for a bit. Let's go watch a movie and shop a bit.",I said. Claire looked at me for a while and nodded approvingly as she uttered my favourite words ever," My thoughts exactly."

We watched this really cute Disney movie called inside out. It was cute but also really moving. After the movie we walked around the mall, trying on all kinds of clothes, gossiping, making silly jokes and having a good time. Claire told me her mom was on her way and offered to give me a ride. I really enjoy the walk but I'm too afraid to walk alone and it's getting a bit darker so I decided to accept. I quickly told Claire that I needed to go buy a nanny cam. She looked at me for a while, examine me like I was some kind of mental patient and asked if everything was okay. "Sure", I lied," everything is perfect." she looked at me skeptically and muttered to herself. I couldn't really make out what she said but I'm pretty sure she said something along the lines of me being a weirdo. We walked to the gadget store and bought on of those cameras hidden inside a teddy bear. Ten minutes after that Claire's mom called and told us to meet her in the underground parking lot. We hoped in the car, the journey was short and quite. I got Home in about five minutes. As I got out the car I thanked Claire's mom and got out to hug Claire goodbye. She held me tight and whispered into my ear," I hope you feel better soon." She got into the car and the drove off. I began my slow walk into the house.

My senses go on high alert as I enter the house. My eyes dart across every room I walk through. Kitchen is clear. Bathroom is clear, Dads room is clear and all bathrooms are unoccupied. I let out a long breath. Maybe I was safe. I relaxed a little as I walked up the stairs. I place my teddy at the top of my cupboard and start examining my room.it doesn't look like anything is wrong with it.

I lie on my bed with my arms and legs sprawled out beneath me and that's when I notice. My bed looks exactly the same except for one very important detail. The left corner wasn't folded up. Shit! I hope up and look around and notice my diary is in the middle of the room. That's when I know for sure. Someone has been here.
Someone is watching me.