Stalker.

3. #Paranoid

I was freaking out, Yes basically losing it.
Who is following me?
And why?

That stage of my life was over.

I don't want to relive it. Ever again.
But clearly someone wants me too.

" Hey Greyson, I'm going to have to get a rain check on that movie. But maybe tomorrow?" I said smiling sadly.
I was clearly in no space to go to a movie right now.

"Okay, Yeah, sure-" Greyson started, " Thanks" I said before grabbing my backpack and my folder.

" See you tomorrow?" I asked already knowing the answer.
" Same time, Same place." Greyson said just like every day.

I headed out to the street. I unfortunately walked here. So I unfortunately had to walk back.

I sighed, Breathing in the cold September air. I shivered pulling my jacket closer around me.

I was getting home fast, And by fast I mean sprinting across the streets and roads to my house.

It's weird when you're more aware of your surroundings it's like you can hear the trees rustle, The rocks on the road moving. Which makes it all creepier.

The worst part is I can't even go to my mom about it because even she doesn't know the whole story about what happened in Saint Lucia. The only person who knows the whole story is dead. So what am I supposed to do?

" Dang it!" I mutter as I trip on a crack in the road. I look down, Well I guess it wasn't a crack. I bend down to tie my annoying shoelace and curse under my breath. I'm losing time out here on my own with apparently someone stalking me. Not exactly the best time to have an untied shoe.

" Hey." I recoil and shut my eyes tightly as I hear a voice behind me.
I'm going to die.
You aren't going to die.
I'm definitely going to die.
Thank gosh for my indecisive mind.

Calm the heck down.

I swivel around and get up quickly.
" Who-Who are you?" I ask to the shadow in front of me. Ugh the stupid lampposts are out I can't see properly.
He could be here to kill me.

Run!
No, Don't run that's a terrible idea.
Come on! Your going to die.
No, No it's gonna be fine.

I try to push the thoughts out of my mind and I continue to stare at the dark shadow in front of me.
" I'm Zach, your neighbor." He says stepping into the limelight.
I could barely make out a face.
All I could tell was he had really dark hair. Noted. The hair color. Smart Brielle.
" I'm sorry I just saw you walking and I thought you looked familiar." He said knitting his brows together.
" No, It's fine." I mutter quickly.
No sudden moves.
I've literally never seen this guy ever.

" Uh Okay well I need to get home." I say and he nods. " Well see you later." He said and turned back the way he came. " Yep." I say quietly. No way I'm seeing this guy again.

I start sprinting again and I curse myself.
Why didn't I just get my mom to pick me up? Or get Greyson to drive me home? Ugh I'm so stupid.

I finally run up my driveway and open the door quickly. Finally I'm home.
" Brielle honey is that you?" My mom calls from the kitchen. " Yeah mom it's me." I say in a rushed voice.
I just wanna forget this day altogether.
" Hey can you take out the trash?" My mom asks as I make my way to the kitchen. I look at her drearily.
I have to go outside? Again?
I'm being freaking stalked!
" Mom isn't it Dad's day?" I ask indicating towards my dad who's sitting at the table with my 14 year old sister Ally. " What?" He asked his mouth full of soup. " Brielle please just do it." She said annoyed. " Fine." I say scowling.
I love my mom I do but today I'm just in a really bad mood. I grab the trash from by the sink and I huff my way to the front door. I open the door take a breath and run. To the trash can and throw it in fast and I run back super quickly. Paranoid? Yes. Cautious? Also yes.

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