Author's Note : So, it's been a while, huh? Yeah, so....yeah. Some shocking things are to happen.
Author's Note : So, it's been a while, huh? Yeah, so....yeah. Some shocking things are to happen. Might even get to witness a tragedy or so. Oh, and I had at least the first three pages already typed up… I was being lazy and you know…Just being lazy. Anyways, hope you guys like this. (: Enjoy! :D
Slasher 16 : Eyes on me. Brandon's P.O.V.
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A week has gone by since that haunting note...And the fright hasn't left me since. I'm not sure who this psycho may be, but I can tell he means business. In the past week, he's kept sending me other notes - not as creepy, but still frightening - and some odd threatening gifts as he calls them, “souvenirs to the future”.
I'm not really sure what to expect, but since I told Bryan about it, he's been acting oddly. He says he has no utter clue as to whom it could be and why. Though I have a pretty good idea from the various "He's Mine," and many other notes that kept stabbing me with that reckless message.
He is not yours, I'd always say mentally. He wants me, and I want him. He loves me, and I love him, too. Not him, not her, not whomever, he has said it enough times for me to know. He's shown me enough times to know. And I believe him, I will always believe him.
I've gotten so paranoid by all the psychotic notes, the threats, all the little odd things, the letters...Sometimes I just wish I could end it all in a flash. I'm like, "Okay, so you've made your point. You want me gone. Then why haven't you done it already? Do you want me to break and crumble in paranoia for your delight? Huh? Is that what you want, you sick-sick parasite?! If you want me dead, then just do it already! We'll all do ourselves a tremendous favor. It's not like I have a family to go to..." But then I'd cut out of my little emotional breakdown, and I'd realize that I do have where to go to, I do have somebody that loves me..I do...
You know what's even more nerve-racking? The feeling of being watched. Ever since Bryan and I had sex (made love, but that's too long to think...Nah, I just like saying sex now. I feel like I just did a naughty thing by thinking it. Hehe...), I feel like he's been watching even more intently. I haven't even been able to sleep properly without the fear of someone coming and taking Bryan from me. It's too much of a pain to even think about it.
Something that's been really clear since the start was that it was not a joke. He meant business, straight from the first threat; directly since the first gift. You know what he gave me? What he has been stuffing in my locker, my gym locker, even my backpack?
The first little threat gift was a scorpion inside of a laced box; it was last week, Friday. I still remember its horridness. It had no name written on it when I got it, and it only said 'For you, Brandon', on a small note, so I was sure it was for me. I had looked around, trying to see if whoever gave it to me was there, but I saw no one, but a couple getting their groove on by the water fountain.
In my mind, a sudden thought of Bryan came to mind. I had thought he had given it to me, so I carelessly opened it, and it dropped to the floor, when a nice pointy needle met with my index finger, it was hidden in-between the stuffed up paper that kept me from fully knowing what was in it. Bleeding from the small puncture, I noticed a scorpion crawl out the small blue box.
