My mom believes that starting over is the best thing for me. She says that I wont have to wake up every morning scared I'll be watched from in my room or getting dirty e-mails and notes. She truly believes that recovery will be easier for me now that we live in a different state , a different home and to have different accounts for everything. The thing is can she really believe such a thing? Has she ever felt my pain or forgot we are human and that we can recover but we can't forget that our mind have the job to haunt us every single day for the rest our lives. I do believe that I will eventually be okay, but when the person who stalks you for two years and you still don't know what the guy in the black sweatshirt actually looks like the world becomes a different place to your own eyes. .....1 year later....
It was a normal Friday and it was last period which is the best period. I was talking with my friends about how we were going to see a movie later this evening and we would all meet up at my house before.
At home I quickly wrote in my journal about my day before my friends show up. According to my therapist this process will help my mental recovery will go faster.
We arrived at the theater 20 minutes before so we could get popcorn tickets and great seats. I began to feel nauseas as we were waiting for the movie to begin. The scary feeling started to overwhelm my brain but I looked like a fool taking deep breaths to calm myself. I felt like I was being watched even though I knew my imagination was just running wild on me again. I listened though and turned around and saw someone with their eyes right on my with a unrecognizable face. I quickly turned around and just tried to enjoy the movie as much as I could so the movie would just go faster. As the movie ended I bolted out of their with my friends so I could quickly get home safely to my family.
Later that next Wednesday I got a letter in the mail.
It said," Dear Lydia,
I know that where you are is a better place for you and that moving was all part of the plan to get you back to normal. So many people here miss you and wish this dreadful thing wouldn't gone as far as the game should have. I was only trying to have fun with you but knowing me I do get a little carried away once in a while. I truly am sorry and hope that the future will bring many opportunities to you.
Yours Truly
P.S. That movie was pretty exciting don't you think but its not my favorite."
I felt chills and I swear I was standing their so long holding the letter every part of my body lost feeling. The letter was pretty death defying but the scariest thing is no one knows where my location is because its all part of the job to keep me protected. I then knew that the game restarted itself .
It finally stopped a week later and I knew things were just dying down for now. I know its a guy and I guess that step one but he isn't some dum kid playing a trick he smart so he's keeping a low profile.
I put on my Dolce & Gabbana dress, I secured my diamond necklace and put on my Charlotte Olympia heels on and elegantly walked the steps to meet my prince charming and to then escort me to the Winter Gala. My mom wasn't playing me but I knew she was going to go all out on me since I have come this far.
We walked into the room up the Gala where everyone was dressed up taking photos and dining on appetizers. We then split up for just a bit after the main course of the meal to meet up with our friends. I quickly went to the bathroom to see if I still looked as what my mother called," a princess". Their was surprising only one other person in the bathroom so then I wouldn't have to worry about missing out on the fun out their while I'd be stuck in a line to get to a stall. The person next to me left the stall while I made my way into the stall. As I got out I froze and almost fell backwards because on the mirror in dark red pasty lipstick read" Game Over".
