So, since I didn't like the last chapter, I decided to write this one now! Okay, so please don't expect to have the Stalker's P.O.V in every chapter, because that's NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. Ha, I hope you get my point. Anyways, I can't believe I'm on chapter 15 already!! I never thought I'd actually get this far in a story! But I like writing this one (:
15. Dead pictures and Big Choices
Confession #15: I have a phobia of sleeping with a tampon in.
I lay in my bed with my eyes closed, but I just can't seem to fall asleep. My whole body is radiating with complete joy right now. Tonight was one of the best nights of my life. Swimming with Matt was fun, but talking with him was even better. He told me all about his mom, his sister, and even his dad.
His dad died 5 years ago from a drug overdose. Whether it was illegal or prescription drugs, Matt has no idea. But he also told me about his dad before he died.
He'd been fun and loving; the best dad this world had to offer. He took Matt to the park almost every day, and had played football with him like there was no tomorrow. His father's passion had been football, so it eventually rubbed off on Matt.
His whole family had been devastated by his death, but it had eventually cooled down to a point where they moved on. His mom decided to become strong and independent. She'd said that they didn't need a man around the house to survive. If only my Mom could be like that.....
He also told me about his sister Nelly, and her secret obsession with 'The Jonas Brothers'. Apparently, she's seen them twice in theaters, and is in love with Joe. That part made me laugh.
Matt was so imperfect, and I loved it in so many ways. There was nothing exactly right about him. His eyes were just a tiny bit too small, and his legs were a shade darker than his face. But his flaws just made me like him even better. They reminded me that he was even human.
His flaws were only noticeable up close, though. But that was another good thing. I had another reason to get up close to him.
Suddenly, my stomach started to hurt just a bit. No, not my stomach, but just a bit lower. 'Great', I thought to myself. 'My periods just about to start'.
I sat up in bed, ruffling my hair and then walking towards the bathroom. The truth was, I was a total tampon girl. But I'd always had this little phobia about sleeping with one in. It just freaked me out.
I walked groggily towards the bathroom, trying hard not to trip over my own feet. I usually wasn't that clumsy, but when I was tired there was no telling what could happen.
As I walked in the bathroom, I noticed a small piece of paper hanging on the mirror. My eyes were to groggy to make out what it was, so for a few seconds I just stood there, waiting for my eyes to adjust. And when they did, they widened in terror.
It was a picture of Matt and I kissing in the pool. Both of us looked so happy in the picture; it broke my heart that it had to be ruined like this.
Under the picture, in elegant handwriting, there was one word written, and an arrow pointing at Matt. 'DEAD.'
My knees start to shake, and my legs suddenly feel like they're going to snap in half. But I can't do this now. I need to be stronger than that.
Pushing my weak knees aside, I hurry through the halls, making sure to close each and every window, just like Matt's mom said. That has to be how this guy is getting in.
I also check each and every room. I'm scared half to death that he's still here, maybe even right behind me. Every few seconds I look back, just to make sure that nobodies there.
I make my way all the way down the hall, and then reach my brother's room. I try to open his door, but it's locked from the inside. I yank and pull and turn on the doorknob, but it doesn't budge. So I move on to the next room, until I'm positive that each and every window is closed and locked.
The whole time it felt like I was going completely ballistic. My hands are now shaking beyond control, and a fresh wave of tears rolls in. And I don't even have Matt's phone number.
I run back to my room, closing and locking the door from the inside. And then I close my curtains just so I can feel a tiny bit safer.
Slowly, I curl up into a ball in my bed, and cover my face with my blanket. This is strangely the only way I can feel safe again. I feel like maybe, if I tried hard enough, I could make myself so small that I will just disappear from the world. And even though I know that won't happen, this still feels like my only safe haven.
I wish I could call Matt. I would tell him to watch out, and to lock his door. Because now, I think Matt may just be part of the stalking game, too.
My phone ringing makes me gasp. I quickly pick it up and look at the caller ID. Josh.
Hesitantly, I answer the phone. "Hello?" I whisper.
"Annie!" He exclaims. "Gosh, I've been trying to get ahold of you since like 8."
"Um," I stammer, at loss of word. "I-I'm sorry. I was busy."
"Doing what?" He asks.
"I was with someone," I tell him, blush reforming on my cheeks as I remember the kiss Matt and I shared earlier.
"Really?" He asks, laughing. "And who would that be?"
I shiver into the phone. "Um, Josh? Look. I'm not really in the mood to talk right now."
"What happened?" He questions. Fun Josh is now gone. Protective Josh has come aboard.
"Nothing," I say, my voice turning as cold as ice. "I have to go." Without saying goodbye, I hang up the phone on him.
I know it's Josh. It has to be. There are no other probable suspects anymore. But I just don't understand why he would do all of this. And for what?
I love Josh, but I'm afraid of him now. I'm afraid that he's going to hurt me; I'm afraid that he's going to hurt Matt. And I can't take that risk. I don't want to bring Matt into this.
But if I stop hanging out with Matt, who will I have left? Nobody, that's who. So now I'm stuck with the choice. Put Matt in danger, or go through this completely alone.
Haha, I know it's short, and I know she was mean to Josh... but sorry!! That's just what I decided to do (: I don't want Matt to die!!!!!! LOL. But is he going to is the real question.... Oh uh! You'll just have to keep reading to find out. Hope the picture of them two kissing was enough stalker action for you. It feels like I haven't added in stalker stuff for awhile.... Anyways, hope you like this better than the last chapter!!
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