I can see you.

I Can See You (01)

Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise. –Sigmund Freud

He watched her as she climbed up the jungle gym. He had been watching her for a while now, mesmerised by the fact she was in front of him. He could smell her all the way from where he stood, standing on the edge of the sandpit. Her strange scent, it reminded him of his dead dog.

She was a dark haired, small face, big eyed little girl. There was something strange about her. She had shoulder length black hair. Round face. Small nose. Very pretty. But there was something else. She had no hat and no jacket, only a thin pink sweater even though it was so cold. He himself, wore a large hoody and two jackets, he still felt cold. He could not understand why, but she made him feel afraid. These in turn made him feel a wimp, a little girl, make him afraid? She looked tiny. He was nineteen.

He watched her as she played, ignorant of the fact she was being watched. His arm throbbed from the earlier bruises he had received from the one he loved the most. He shamelessly spat on to the ground and used his foot to scrape the concrete, as if this would change the fact he had just spat. He wanted to be cool; he wanted to be like his friends.  He grunted noisily and proceeded watching the girl.

She climbed up the jungle gym, then froze as she realised she was being observed. In the distance she could see a figure. A young man, older then herself. At first she just stared, then as realisation hit her, she cared for his safety. Her mind began to mentally explode and she  turned her head furiously back and forth wondering what could be so interesting that that he could be staring at. She felt the need to make him get away, and get away quick. She knew the others would be here soon and feared for him.

She did not want to hurt him but sickeningly knew she would not mind if she did. She realised what she thinking and remembered to control herself. She frantically thought of everything possible which could be the boy’s motif. She was excruciatingly curious and wanted to know who he was, what he was doing and most importantly, what was he doing out so late at night. She felt adrenaline pour through her and she recognized this, she however felt like playing, she was having fun. For once she did not care about what would happen to her, this was her life and she would live it the way she wanted.

One last time she faced him, nope, he was most certainly there and he was definitely looking at her. Nothing, except her. She gave up playing, and realised she could leave playing for later, this was more serious. They would be coming very soon and she had to get him away, she had to do this quick and by herself. She could not watch them ruin something else all over again, could she?

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The young man eyed her closely. 

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