You're Not Alone

Chapter 1

Have you ever thought that you were being watched? That in the shadows there lurked something just watching you and studying your every move, counting your every breath but you never knew what it is that was there? Well you are not alone, we all have our own stalkers tracking our every move, and boy trust me when I tell you that my stalkers are very ninja like. So much so that you would actually think that they trained at a ninja school or that they were just ghosts floating about. The one thing that they suck at though is acting cool whenever I see them.

Now now, don't get ahead of yourself and think that I'm a stud or anything, in fact I consider myself the opposite of that. All I know is that whenever I sing my voice just mystifies the people who hear it. My voice is both a gift and a curse, working mainly on women and a few men causing them all to stalk me day in and day out. 24/7 and very diligently like a hawk stalking its prey.

Sometimes I cant even shower. I have to keep my luscious, soft and somewhat long brunet hair silky smooth or it actually covers my face and makes me look ugly. Plus my sleep is no longer my private business but a network's business because all my stalkers do while i sleep is watch me sleep, take notes, take pictures, record me, and even blog about me.

"Damn it! they took it today too! They took my towel and all my boxers! Just my luck!" I yelled pissed off early in the morning.

"Hey calm down sweetheart, it'll all be OK! Alright?" said my beautiful wife with a smile and a soothing voice.

"I seriously don't understand why they keep following me, I mean my voice can't be that great a voice can it?" I asked attempting to calm down and think rationally.

"Well an angel did entrust you with his voice when he fell from heaven accidentally and didn't survive it all, and it was the great angel Gabriel that gave you his voice. That's an accomplishment I gotta say." Comforted my wife as she laid sideways on her bed looking at me as I moved around the room looking for some spare boxers.

A thought came to my mind as I searched for some spares, I of course hated the thought but there was no other option other than wearing my wife's underwear which I would never even think of doing so I just took my thought and went with it. Yep! You got it! I went commando. Embarrassing I know but there was no other way for me to go about it. "Ugh" I proclaimed as I sighed.

Will I actually go outside like that?

Who is my wife?

Whats my name?

All good questions but I'm afraid that you'll have to see and find out when I finish the second chapter of this.