My room has four locks on the door. The are locked when I am inside or outside my room at all times. No exceptions. I carry the keys with me also. Never taking them off.
Most teens are obsessed with the latest bands or movies and have the posters all throughout their room. Mine however is full of posters and pictures of her. Some taking knowingly others not. Either way they were all beautiful. I only listened to the music she likes. Only watch the shows and movies she watches. Reading the same books, comics, and magazines as well. I know what she does at all times, her schedule memorized. I know her entire backstory as well.
She lives one house over and I have a telescope pointing through to her window naturally. I have it placed just so she won't notice. It has camera next to it on a tried pod with the maximum zoom placed on it for pictures.
As most of you are already assuming I do not take lewd or revealing pictures of her. I do love her but if she wished to expose her self to me she would do so. I know what I do is considered rude or disturbing but I still know respect. Especially when it comes to her.
In the past I will admit, I have killed people. It is not something I am particularly proud of either. No I didn't kidnap them. I didn't stalk them either. Stalking is rude and creepy.
They kept hounding her. One of them even dared.......touching her. That's where I drew the line. She ended up getting away in her car. After she left I stepped out of the shadows. Normally I never intervene in her life or even saddening or terrifying events. This time my feelings got the best of me. I walked up to one pulled out my pocket knife and slit his throat. The other guy started screaming and telling for help. I then stabbed him deep into his stomach twisting my hand back and forth. He dropped to the ground and I watched him bleed out slowly. Choking on his own blood. I smiled to myself. I went over to his hand while he choked and sliced off his first four fingers. He screamed and choked. His last bit of life drain from his lungs.
I looked over at his friend who was long dead. I dragged their bodies to the woods nearby and dug through their car. I found a tent and bags. I staged up the entire scene making it look like a campsite. I even put his keys back in his pocket. I found weed in their car as well. I threw some into the pit that would soon hold a fire and a joint I'm each of their hands. I then drenched the pit with all the lighter fluid and with one match.....sent the two men ablaze.
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Crystalized Pain
RandomThis is just a random story I'm working on. It's been a while since I've wrote one. It's going to be kinda freaky or messed up. It's about an over obession.