Today had been one rotten day-not saying every Friday isn’t. You, for whatever bizarre reason, may enjoy Fridays. But what if your unluckiness was at its peak on that particular day? What if every day after that grew lesser and lesser desirable. How would you, yes you-the reader, feel if an ‘ex’ chummet of yours jacked (excuse my language) your man from right under your nose and you had the terrible misfortune to catch them sucking face in the loos? How would you react to a two faced witch ‘accidently’ on purpose, spilling her lunch on you? What if that same snake, purposelessly rings you in class, getting you in trouble, having your phone confiscated and receiving three hours worth of detention? You wouldn’t feel so great would you? Then just spare a moment of time to pause reading and think about how I feel.
And to top it off, it’s pouring outside.
I walked alone. What other choice did I have? Everyone had ditched me for dates, parties or some other social event I’d been outcast to.
It was dark outside, nothing new, with it drawing nearer to the witching hour. The rain had calmed itself slightly, which worked in my favor, seeing as how I’d neglected to take my umbrella to school today. Although it remained the same toe freezing temperature. I walked, head bowed, chin to chest, jittering in the cold. Tilting my head, I stared up at the starry night, in particular the enlarged marble that sat perched atop the tallest tree protruding from a huddle of bushes.
“Mian, that sellout slut,” I hissed into my scarf, picking up my pace.
As I walked under a dead lamppost, I noticed a boy standing under it, he hadn’t been standing there the last time I looked up, but he was now. He looked at me. I looked at him. His hair was a straw dirty blonde that stuck out in all directions. He had rare maize eyes that sent waves of unease travelling up my spine as they met mine. His skin was a glowing chalk white and I could’ve sworn I saw him flash a rather toothy smirk as I hurried past. I gulped; a sound I’m sure he heard. Burying my face deeper into my scarf I continued on. And he pursued.
Ways to identify a stalker
(1)They keep a measured distance behind you
(2)They speed up as you do
(3)They tend to hide or act nonchalant when you look over your shoulder
The boy did all the above.
“Damn it,”
Every corner I took, he’d follow. Every step I took would be echoed by his own. There was really no need to bother looking behind me; the feeling of his eyes drilling into my spine was clue enough. I’d been so preoccupied with trying to shake the boy off that I’d unknowingly taken the wrong turn and ended up on a road to only God knows where. Just great; I’m out in the middle of the night, walking home alone with a weirdo prowling behind me.
I hesitantly looked over my shoulder and almost smiled; the boy had gone!
I hoped he had…
I continued walking, almost skipping, until I was stopped. Frozen in my standing position, I stared up at him, eyes plate sized and mouth hanging loose. The boy from before, shadowed over me, and smiled.
“Hey there,” His smile revealed a row of sharp teeth and even sharper canines.
I stumbled back, almost falling, but caught myself. With a look of bemusement layered over my face, I checked for his twin. He simply smiled at my blatant confusion.
“Come with…” He extended his arm and stroked my cheek with a nail.
His fingers were ice cold, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a result of the bellow zero temperature. Flinching, I made a shape turn on my heels and started in the opposite direction.
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Huminal
Fantasy"I wish I were able to fly like a bird." "Bein able to breathe under water would be awesome!" Unreachable qualities belonging to others, yet we continue to yearn for what is not ours. Nothing is ever as it appears once over, however, the desperate a...
