The Walls Have Ears

Gerards POV (Chapter 1)

I throw my heavy school bag onto my un-made bed.

"Gee! Dinner!" My mom yells at me from the kitchen.

"I'll be there, I just gotta shower!" I yell back, my voice cracking.
I hear Mikey laugh at my teenage burden, but I have no energy to tell him to shut up. 

I walk into my bathroom, my muscles aching and turn the shower on. I lock the door and started to take off my clothes to get in. I smelt horrible and was sweaty as hell, I could see the bruise on my shoulder: huge and purple.

It actually existed, it was there. Huge and painful.

You would think I'd come back from some kind of afterschool sports practice, kickball maybe.

A few minutes ago I was running for my life.

There are these men. They look around middle aged but they're bald, and they're always wearing silver jumpsuits with matching glasses.

And they're always watching me.

Whether it's while I'm walking to school or walking back, or even just getting something from the supermarket. They're always watching.

They watched me cut my hair last week, and they were there on our school trip when we went the Museum Of Natural History.

Nobody seems to notice them except me, And honestly, they don't seem to notice anyone else but me either. They never approach me. They just watch me, and follow me around. Now this has been going on for a few weeks, at first it creeped me out, but I figured, if they're not doing anything to me, they're either some kind of secret agents (which would be really cool) or just middle aged men going through some kind of mid-life crisis.

I was walking home from school and they were there again, by the bench. Just sitting there watching me. I noticed they were closer than before. They usually watch from a distance. It didn't bother me too much. So I carried on walking and ignored them.

I turned my head and watched as the two slinky men get up and start walking towards me.

I noticed that no one was around this morning, the whole street was empty. I started freaking out realizing that's why they were closer today.

They picked up pace, not breaking eye contact with me.

I took off and ran, my heavy backpack painfully bouncing on my back. I had no idea where to, but I knew I couldnt just stand there.

Whenever I looked back they were getting closer. I swore at myself under my breath, I knew I couldn't outrun them, I was at least hoping I'd get somewhere with people, they wouldn't be able to do anything to me if there were people around.

I hope.

I'm running, my throat is burning dry, and the weight of my backpack is making my shoulders and thighs scream out in pain.

Sudden and unexpected, I feel a heavy sharp pain explode in my right shoulder.