Freak

Sitting in my Art History class, I was sure that most of the people were sleeping. 

"Getting bored?" the person next to me asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" I said. 

He chuckled and introduced himself. "Hey, I'm Logan."

"Cristelle."

I wasn't good with short conversations so I just kept quiet. 

"So...you like Art?" He asked me while fishing for something in his bag.

"No. I just took it because I would rather do Art than P.E."

He finally found what he was looking for. An art file. He started sketching something and then turned to me and asked.

"Are you free this Friday?"

"Yea, why?"

"Would you like to go for a movie with me?"

"Like on a date?"

"Yes." 

I blushed. Yes, I'd been asked on a date before but the embarrassing part was what I would have to say next.

"I'll have to ask my parents." My parents were very overprotective of me. They didn't even let me go for school camps or sleepover.

He chucked. "Okay. Tell me tomorrow?" 

"Of Course." I said right when the bell rang.

I told me best friend, Angelique everything that happened.

- -

"So did you ask?" Logan asked me right when I entered the class. 

"I did. They're thinking about it." I hadn't asked them. I chickened out and I was planning to sneak out of my house.

The class was as always boring but in the last five minutes of the class, Logan showed me a sketch.

At first, I thought it was just a normal sketch of himself but then I noticed that he was holding something in his hands. It was his heart and there was a hole in the place on his chest where his heart should be. In the bottom it read: 'For you, Cristelle'.

I quickly returned it to him, it was just too disturbing. 

The bell rang, saving me from the awkward silence there would be between Logan and me.

I got up and was ready to go when Logan grabbed a hold of my wrist and said. "I love you, Cristelle."

- -

"You need to be more careful" Angelique told me when I finished narrating her the whole 'I think Logan is a freak story'.

- -

It was Friday and till now my over protective mom hadn't gone to sleep so I couldn't even sneak out and go somewhere.

I heard the house phone ringing but didn't really care about it and logged on to Facebook.

There was a friend request from Logan. I went to his profile which was open so anyone could read his status.

His status. All of them were about me! What I do, what I hate, like, everything!

I got freaked out and didn't accept him. I just went to sleep.

- -

"Mom! What did you do to yourself?!" I hurried towards my mom who was holding her hand and sitting in her bathroom. Her hand had scratches made from razors and she was bleeding like anything.