Darcy's P.O.V
Everywhere I went I thought there was someone behind me. But whenever I turned around to look, there was no one there. I always felt like someone was there watching my every move, but I kind of liked it. I remember when I first started realising that I wasn't always alone. It was after last period, on the firday back from the half term holidays. Me and my friend Eva were walking out of our last lesson, Geography, when I noticed a tall brown haired boy standing at the gates. He was wearing some sort of tacky maroon jumper that was filled with holes, and his grey sweatpants were full of stains and were worn out. He was practically only wearing one shoe, as his other one was all worn away, and his hair was filled with thick curls that shaped his cheekbones perfectly. His dreamy eyes were a misty green colour and his dimples stood out whenever he smirked. He was perfect.
Suddenly, I realised that he was staring at me back, with a cheeky grin painted on his face. Blushing, I quickly turned my head telling myself that I could not like the 'street tramp' as people call him in school. But I couldn't help myself, there was something about him that lead me on. As me and Eva carried on walking, I noticed that the young boy had started walking in our direction, but a few steps away from us. But i did't care, he was probably just going back to his shelter.
As I waved goodbye to Eva, I turned to start walking through the alley-way, a short cut to my house. Pulling out my phone, I desperately searched for Eva's number, as I knew I wasn't alone. I could feel someone's breath tickling the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine, and I felt goose-bumps rise on my arms. It felt like someone was reaching for my arm. I felt the presence getting closer and closer, and then suddenly pull back. I didn't dare turn around. I was afraid to see what would be right behind me, practically nose to nose with me. What they would do to me. No. I wasn't stupid. I'd heard stories and seen the shows, I know what happens when a girl is alone in a back alley. Always the same, and she mostly gets caught when she turns around. So I carried on pretending to text Eva, but I wasn't fooling nobody. They were so close behind me I could feel their nose brushing over my hair. They would be able to tell that I wasn't texting anyone.
That was it, I had to turn around. The fear not knowing who was right behind me, who could possibly rape me and ruin my life forever was, got the best of me. I swivelled around on my heels, making smoke come up from the hot ground, creating a small gather of dust around my feet and ankles. Expecting to see a face staring back at me, smirking, there was nothing there. No one there. Not even a trace of anyone being there. I turned back around and rushed home, speed walking as best as I could not to make it obvious. You know that little pathetic run you do when a car lets you across the road? Yeah i did that about several times, with a creepy unsure smile on my face.
Finally I reached my house. Number 68, right next to the weird old man, that seems to have a lot of grand chlidren. Well that's what I hope anyways, but my mum forgets that I know all about this sort of stuff so she says he has lots and lots of grandchildren that like to visit and "play". It's like she still thinks I'm 8 or something and acts all fun mum around me, like you act when there's a child in the house. No, I'm not a child any more, I'm nearly 16. But she always makes the excuse of "But you'll always be my baby" or "you're still a little girl to me". Yeah, well that excuse never works when I try to get out of the dishes or anything does it. I wadded through the freshly cut grass, that my mum had obviously just trimmed, knowing that she was going away to get my grandma from Essex, because she was staying with us for a week. Great, another person who still thinks I'm 12.
I stormed in the house slamming the door shut behind me, and falling to the floor. That was one of the most freakiest and pedoey things I've ever witnessed. Dumping my bag , I kicked off my shoes, making one hit the wall causing the hole at the toe to get even bigger. "Darcy is that you lovey? Hun, can you please not just dump your stuff on the floor when you come in please, it's really annoying. You better not do this when grandma is round or else I'll be really annoyed Darcy. Okay?" I sighed. It's not like I get this lecture every. single. day. And I still don't take her words seriously. She can't take me seriously, then why should I do the same for her? "God sake man fine, jesus..." She looked at me in her 'you're obviously going through your teenage problems *cough* puberty stuff *cough*' face and muttered "Oh okay then miss grumpy bum" and walked off into the kitchen.
