Journals of a Stalker

Journal Entry 8

September 23, 2010
(Later)

Dear Journal,
Tonight brought me so much joy. I almost can't contain how happy I am right now.

To make sure I didn't miss Cathrine and her purple-haired friend, I sat outside of the dorm building underneath the willow tree. I started sitting there at noon. The branches barely moved in the almost nonexistent wind, but I could see the sun stream in through the branches. I couldn't hear very many birds today and very few people walked past. I was all alone.

After five hours of just sitting underneath the willow tree, I saw them. Cathrine and her purple-haired friend. Cathrine obviously looked gorgeous.

She had on a pair of tight black ripped jeans and a knitted light grey sweater that was extremely large on her. The sweater hung off of her shoulders and the end of the sweater ended around mid-thigh. To add color to her outfit, Cathrine had on a pair of dark purple high heels that looked similar to the hair color of her friend. Cathrine had on a bold shade of lipstick that matched her heels to top it off. God, I can't wait to kiss those lips.

And the purple-haired girl? She looked horrid. She couldn't compare to my Cathrine. No one could. She wore a pair of bleached white jeans, a plain purple t-shirt, and some white high tops.

Anyways, once Cathrine and her pest of a friend got up to the dorm, I pulled up the camera footage on my phone.

Cathrine put on her radio. Today's choice of music was foreign languages.  Waka Waka by Shakira came on and Cathrine turned the volume up higher. Cathrine then started to dance around the room. She looked like she was trying to imitate the dance moves that were in the Waka Waka music video. She smiled and laughed, and the purple-haired girl joined in. They were dancing all around the room as they laughed.

That should have been me with Cathrine, not that girl. I should have been the one making Cathrine dance around smiling and laughing. After Waka Waka, the song Bailando by Enrique Iglesias came on the purple-haired girl absolutely lost it.

If I thought she was hyperactive earlier, then I was wrong. She was jumping up and down and around the room with energy no human should be able to possess. She yelled, "Oh my god! I love this song! It is my favorite!"

Cathrine just chucked, nodded her head, and said, "I know,"

After dancing around to Bailando, Cathrine's friend calmed down and the radio was turned down again. They then went back to their usual routine of studying and working on assignments. Cathrine laid on her stomach at one end in the bed and the purple-haired girl sat at the opposite end, her back against the wall.

I waited and watched Cathrine and the purple-haired girl study for an additional three hours. Finally, the purple-haired girl got off of Cathrine's bed and started to grab her things. Now was my time. Eventually the purple-haired girl made her way out of the building and I could feel the excitement rushing through my veins.

The purple-haired girl started to walk past Cathrine's building and went even further from the coffee shop. As I started to follow her, the sun had started to disappear, so it was hard to keep the purple-haired girl at a distance and still be able to watch her.

We had been walking for a minute or two when I stepped on a twig. I froze. Of course I had to step on a twig now. Luckily I was concealed by the shadows, so when the purple-haired girl whipped her head around, she didn't see me. She slowly turned back around, but her eyes were still scoping her surroundings anxiously. After another two minutes or so of walking, we arrived at another dorm building. It looked the same as Cathrine's.

This time, I didn't have to walk up a set of stairs. The purple-haired girl walked up to a dorm that was on the first floor. I had to remember room number 12. I went back outside and I could see the light turned on in the girl's room. There were purple curtains partially opened, but she went up to the window and shut them.

What was it with this girl and the color purple? She has a serious problem.

My whole day was full of waiting, and now I had to wait even more. I waited another two and a half hours. When 10:30 rolled around, the lights in the purple-haired girl's room were turned off. That was my cue.

I walked back into the building and was thankful when I remembered the girl was is room number 12. I needed to know if she was asleep, so I knocked on her door lightly. When there was no response, I began picking the lock.

After several attempts, the lock gave in and I slowly opened the door. Inside the purple-haired girl's room, everything was a mess. Scarves and purses were strung on the side of her bedpost, clothes were all over the almost unseeable floor, and books were scattered all over her desk.

Of course she would be a pig. At this point, I would be surprised if she remembers to shower daily.

Looking back at the girl, I saw the her stretched out across her bed like a starfish. Most of her blankets were tossed off of the bed, but some were still wrapped around her feet. She had on fuzzy pajama pants with Mickey Mouse printed all over them and a red tank top. She is such a child I tell you.

I started to creep up next to her bed and I could her her snoring slightly. Just one more thing proving she is a pig.

Luckily I came prepared. I grabbed the chloroform out of my deep jacket pocket and poured some on an old rag. Then I jumped into action.

I pushed the rag into the girl's face and her eyes shot open. I had to laugh at her. She looked so hopeless. She kept trying to claw at me with the talons she had as nails, but she didn't do any real damage. She was far to weak. After too long, her eyes drooped and her arms relaxed. Finally!

I grabbed her by the legs and swung over my shoulder. I was just glad I didn't have to walk down a set of stairs with her heavy ass. I made it out of the building and there were a few students nearby on the lawn.

They gave me weird looks, but I just said, "Someone had too much to drink," and they nodded in response. They didn't need any further explanation.

I dragged the purple-haired girl all the way to where I stay. Luckily for me, there is a cellar and very few neighbors. The old lady next door couldn't hear you if you squeezed a bullhorn right in her ear and the business man down the street is never home. I took the girl down into what would be her new home and tied her to a chair. Her arms were behind her back and legs were tied to separate legs of the chair. I made sure to secure her waist, lap, and shoulders as well. There is no room for her to move or possibly escape.

I have so much more waiting for the purple-haired girl tomorrow. If she thought tonight was bad, then she isn't going to be prepared for tomorrow once she wakes up.
-Me

Author's Note
I will get more sleep. I will...get more sleep. I...will...ah screw it, I'm not gonna get more sleep. I'm gonna post a new chapter.
This one is for all of you impatient ones. You know who you are.
*cough* Eric *cough cough*
Three chapters in one day? Great right? Enjoy guys! Tell me what you think.
-Elizabeth