Someone is Watching

Chapter Eight

Diary entry #321
I was out observing the city yesterday morning. I needed a break from my dirty, old apartment where all the other tenants are loud and absolutely disgusting. I just cannot bear to be around that place most days.

I went to that coffee shop called "What's C'up?," which is a pitiful attempt at being creative and original, but the food and coffee is remarkable. I bumped into a girl there and it was quite shocking for me. I thought I was looking at my flower, Lily, but I knew that was impossible.

Still, this young lady resembled my dear Lily almost exactly, only upon closer inspection did I notice a few differences. This one was taller, and she stood bravely, unafraid. More attractive, too, in my opinion.

I knew immediately that I would add her to my "herbarium." She would be a perfect specimen. Lily was nice, but she was easy, too. It didn't take much to scare her, or kill her for that matter. But this girl looked like a challenge, and that excited me.

I stared at her as she waited for her order. I'm sure she took notice, but I didn't care. I had been aware of her existence for less that two minutes, and already I obsessed with everything about her: her beautiful, brown hair, the curve of her jawline, her posture and assertive stance, and her body. Oh, her body was divine. Just looking at her body made me salivate, but I could place that blame on the coffee. I traced her every bend and curve, memorizing them like a roadmap. What a beautiful woman.

She was so perfect. I watched as she took her order and left. she headed in the direction of the forest, the safe area. My eyes followed her until she was gone. Right then and there, My life had a purpose again.

Diary entry #322

These past three days have been immensely exciting. I have barely stepped foot into my apartment, and it was only to rest for a few hour before heading back into the city. I spent every waking hour searching for her, my perfect flower.

I walked all over the city, my eyes seeking out that elusive woman. I searched the safe areas near the forest. They're called the safe area because it's inhabited mostly by old, retired people who are tired and done with life. Which led me to believe that she must not live there and was only visiting.

I walked along the piers and every populated place I thought she would visit. I went to night clubs and slipped through the crowds, unnoticed, trying to find her. I even visited that dumb coffee shop where we met, but I never caught a glimpse. I began to worry that she was just passing through Seattle. That she actually lived very far away, and I would be forced to fantasize about her until I found another flower.

But then we met again. I was worn out and discouraged, almost given up on finding her. Rain was falling and the sky was dark, resembling my spirit at the time. when I saw her I thought I was mistaken, but there she was.

She was near Lilian's old house- what a coincidence. I recognized her by the way she held herself: proud and fearless, she had no idea of the things I would do to her yet. I followed her. I kept my distance at first, but then I got closer, and closer. I decided I wanted to spook her; I wanted to see how she would react.

I whispered a promise into her ear, and she ran away; she was fast for a girl. And smart, because if she had stopped to confront me, I would have overpowered her right there in that alley. I hate when a woman thinks she can tell a man what to do, like they have authority, it fills me with rage.

When they run, it excites me. The chase begins and I just have to be the cat. She may have ran fast, but I know every shortcut in the city, so I kept close and waited until she thought she was safe. I watched her through her window, I was appalled at what I saw.

Most women are at least a bit shaken by the first contact, but this one, she was cooking and dancing and laughing as if she had completely forgotten about me. I had to let her know she wouldn't be safe, so I left a gift on her doorstep. I can't wait until our little game is over and I get my prize.

Diary entry #323

I haven't gotten to see my flower since I followed her home. I've been so preoccupied with work that I have had no time for her. I've tried searching her on several web sites, but apparently she doesn't venture into the realm of social media. As much as I like a classy woman, no social media makes it harder learn anything about her. I'll have to dig deeper.

Diary entry #324

I was arrested again. Some bitch pepper-sprayed me when I tried to get ahold of her in a parking garage. No big deal, I have connections, so I didn't stay detained for long. Having family with a lot of money allows me to do whatever I want and get away with it.

When I got out, I went straight to my flower's house, but she wasn't there. I inspected the garden she planted, admiring her handiwork. Lilian loved plants too, something the three of us shared. The similarities between Lilian and my new flower were numerous. They are all signs that this woman is, indeed, made for me.

I began leaving dead, pressed flowers on her doorstep every morning, in hopes of scaring her and professing my infatuation, but they didn't seem to work. This one is going to be harder to play with than the others. But that's just fine- the tougher the game, the sweeter the victory. I'll just have to step up my involvement in her life and take what is rightfully mine.