Falling For A Follower

Chapter 5

I pull down the hood and mask, revealing the stranger's face. His eyes were icy blue, they pierced my own eyes as I stared into them. His hair was as dark as the night sky, it wasn't long but it wasn't short either. His pale skin glowed just like the brightest moon however it was scarred in several places, one in particular stuck out to me. A long thin scar was well settled on his face, starting at the inner corner of his left eye and running down his cheek. It took my mind several seconds to process what I was seeing, so I hadn't noticed that the stranger was beginning to become angry. He snatched his mask from my grasp and instantly replaced it on his face before pulling his hood over his head. "You don't just go around un-masking people who don't want to be seen" he growls before walking to the window and jumping out. I instantly run to the window and peer out into the darkness, he was gone. As if he had melted into the shadows, I sigh and shut the window, locking it. I prowl into the bathroom and close the door sharply, my head was screaming with thoughts and questions. As I peel my clothes from my body these thoughts assault me. I get in the shower and turn the water on in hopes that it would drown out the screaming in my mind. My legs felt weak, they shook as they struggled to support my weight. They give in and I slump against the wall before sliding down into a sitting position, the water rains down onto me, suddenly I couldn't hear the water anymore, nor the evening traffic on the streets outside. Why had my father trusted this man to take care of me? granted nothing too terrible had happened to me during my lifetime, you get the expected bullying throughout school. Kids always picked on me because of my obvious differences like my hair and my eyes. I would be attacked regularly, kicked while I was down. Forcing me to turn to drink at a young age, when that stopped helping, I tried to kill myself. I had everything I needed, I had the drugs, the alcohol, the knife and the rope. I remember downing the cocktail of drugs before slitting my wrists, all while the tears of despair stained my worn down face. I was about to slip a noose around my neck to finally end it all when Warren had burst into my apartment and stopped it all. Like a true friend or family member would, he helped me and got me to a hospital before it was too late. I run my fingers over my scarred wrist and sigh, it was a dark time. But now I am strong. I can do anything, my past can't hold me back anymore, not while I am finally learning about my family. The stranger still lingers in my mind but perhaps he can be of use to me. With my new found strength, I pull myself up from the floor. I flick my wet hair from my face and get out of the shower.

Once I had gotten dry and changed, I sorted myself out some food and took it up to my study. I sat at my desk and placed the plate wherever possible as my desk was covered in papers. I'm not one to be nice but I was thinking that it would probably be a good idea to get to know the stranger, if my father had trusted him to look after me it would be the least I could do for him. The night was still young, the pale moon was low in the sky. I get a pen and start to write out a note for the stranger, once I had finished, I pinned the note to the wall in hope that he would return from the shadows once more.