Turn The Tables

I was pretty sure he was following me. The strange man ducked his head, his sunglasses blocking out his eyes. Who was he? It wasn't someone I knew, I was atleast sure of that. I wanted to turn around, remove his sunglasses, and demand an answer to what the heck he was doing. But, I didn't. Instead, I hurriedly walked along the sidewalk, occasionaly turning back and of course, he was there.

I swiftly put my hair behind my ear and walked as fast as I could. I was scared, what would he do to me? I need to calm down, I told myself, he's probably just going to the Starbucks down the road. I exhaled slowly and puffed out my cheeks, the cold air nipping at me all the while.

Almost home, almost home.

I turned the corner fearfully, praying he wouldn't follow me. But, the familiar thudding of his feet came to my sences. Starbucks came into view and I sighed in relief. I gave a little skip to the store and froze in front of the entrance, pretending to look at my phone. The stranger stopped walking. 

"Excuse me," I heard a low voice mutter and looked up to find the man swirvling around me. He didn't go into Starbucks, instead he crossed the streets and ran until he was out of sight. 

See, I told myself, there's absoloutly nothing to worry about. I jogged across the street and towards my white Honda. 

I jumped into the car, closed the door, and drove away faster than the speed of lightning. I let out a shaky breath. 

I looked through the mirror and I saw a black truck infront of me, driving dangerously slow.

"Stupid people these days!" I muttered under my breath, internally cursing. I jammed my fist against the horn and the truck sped away. 

When I reached my apartment, the van was behind me. I gasped and closed my eyes. Just get in the house! I mentally yelled at my self. I dashed out of the car, into the house, and locked all the doors and windows, only to look out the front window and see the strange man hopping out of the black van and running away. 

It's time for him to get a taste of his own medicine, I thought bitterly. 

I threw my coat on, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door. 

The cold wind seemed to die down as I ran across the pavement. He followed me, now it's my turn. I hurried to catch up with him and soon enough, I was behind him, I could see that he had dark-brown hair, and beautiful pale skin. I froze as he lifted his hands up, but he only brought the hood of his sweatshirt up and over his head. I smiled, but stopped myself. 

Are you crazy, I internally hissed. I sighed quietly and continued to match his fast pace. He seemed to know someone was behind him because he swiftly turned his head around. I dodged behind the garbage can on the side of the sidewalk. 

"H-hello?" He whispered. Awww, he sounds so vulnerable. I felt myself blush. 

He turned around and began to jog away. Shoot! I dashed from the garbage can and sprinted towards him. But, when I turned the corner, he was gone. All I saw was a small, yellow house. The small bushes infront were covered in beautiful pink roses and daisys grew along the the lawn. 

I slowly walked across the lawn and looked through the window. I half expected to see a kind grandmother with grey hair around her smiling face, but instead I was greeted by a man. A young man, about 22. He pulled his sweat shirt off and I recognized his dark-brown hair. 

Suddenly, he turned around. I gasped, frozen infront of the window, staring at his glaring eyes, so dangerous, yet so full of misery. Blue, the color of the ocean. I got lost in the blue orbs and was caught off guard when he darted to the front door. 

I felt a hand on my arm and I heard a piercing scream. Misery washed over me when I realized, it was my own scream.