The Devils Angel

Chapter Five

"Im not afraid of the dead..Im more afraid of the living. Because they can hurt you more and make you wish you were dead."

Ella

I turned to see him again. This boy had been stalking me, ever since I bumped into him. He even followed me back here at New york. He thinks I dont know what he's been doing. There's something in the way he looks at me that irks me and I dont like it. It's like he knows something I dont.

I'm so tired of feeling this. This helplessness that is consuming me everyday of my life ever since I woke from the coma I was. My adoptive parents wont say much, telling me it's best I dont know.. that it was A good thing I dont remember a single thing from my past.

Topher just came back today and he just went back to the station to send the files for the still unsolved case. He's here for only a day to talk with a lawyer about the case. I'm seated at the love couch at the living room writing down what I had from the case I was handling. I see him, in the corner of my eyes.. in the building right in front of us. It's an apartment complex too. He is hiding behind the thick black curtain. Pathetic and childish if I should say.
He looked more like a pervert.

Maybe he is.. but I doubt it. There's just something I cant point a finger on. Standing up and stretching a bit, I walked towards the kitchen to get something to drink. I opened The fridge and took a can of coke. This helps me think. Walking back to the love seat, I noticed he isn't there anymore so I closed the curtains. I've taken a picture of him and have asked one of the best tracker and hacker in the industry. I received a text message from him telling me to open my email and I did.

Thomas Taylor

18 years old, A senior highschool at Winterbourne Highschool. Grades are exceptional. Parents are dead leaving him into the care of his Aunt till he turned 18 and live on his own. Everything about this kid seemed normal for his age and for someone who lost both his parents. They died in a Car accident when he was 13. The police ruled it out as a result of driving under the influence. Yep, his parents are addicts. His Aunt is a hair dresser and owns her salon. She has no husband. They lived in a cozy little house just outskirts of town. Grades... All in bold A's, member of a church choir and was an altar boy too. I read through all the kid's records, No nothing. Not even a single fight with a school mate. Until I saw it..

Works part time at Hennessey's art gallery.

She looked up the owner of the gallery and surprise.. surprise! Attorney Joy Hennessey is the owner of the said gallery. Her fiancè, a doctor, a famous artist holds his art works at the said gallery. I look at the picture of the dai attorney. She have a platinum blonde hair and a strikingly beautiful grey eyes. She is very beautiful. And then I looked at her fiancè. My heart sudden felt a sudden tug. A sudden feeking of familiarity. His eyes... looked straight at the camera. It was like he was looking right through her.. his almost curly dirty blonde hair, his strong jaw.. He looked utterly God like handsome. I know its really mean to say this, but he looks more handsome than Topher. He could be a model! With his mysterious aura.. and his physique.

Aside from his good looks, he was amazingly talented. A famous surgeon.. and an artist. He can paint.. he can sculpt.. he can pretty much do anything. But there was something dark in his eyes. It's was the most fascinating shade of blue-ish grey. It cold and very mysterious. And its like drawing her in. Into something she never know what. These two looks so good.

And then my eyes drifted to a picture of a girl. And the tug was there again. But this time it was painful. More painful. Like I lost a part of me. She has the same shade of hair I have and her eyes. She has the same eye color as I am. It's like I know her. It's like she's someone dear to me.