LIA'S STALKER

Googling stalkers- the disheartening results

Dear Lia,

Listen bitch- if you EVER not read one of my notes again you WILL regret it! I will cut Millie! I will CUT her and cut her! I will FUCKING tear her apart! You fucking watch yourself BITCH!

X

Lia couldn’t help staring at the message. It was the end of the day and she had opened her locker to see an open red piece of paper with angry black letters written with angry, spiky handwriting.

She took in a deep breath and pocketed the note. She refused to let the tears fall, and methodically packed her bag and slipped it over her shoulders. “Lia!” she heard Brittney call out from her left, and angrily she slammed her locker shut, locked it then walked quickly out of the school.

Brittney caught up to her before she even reached the school gates. “Lia, please listen to me!” she begged, spinning Lia around. Lia cursed the fact that she had no muscles and tried to rip herself out of Brittney’s grasp to no avail.

“What?” she finally snapped, stopping her struggles when she realized it was unfortunately useless.

“Lia, something’s wrong!” she said, her voice cracked. Lia stopped glaring for a second and looked into Brittney’s eyes and realized that her best friend… er- ex-best friend was terrified.

“Brit, what’s wrong?” she couldn’t help herself asking, horrified. Brittney looked around, furtively, then pulled a container out of her bag, and let the way over to behind a tree, and dropped to her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Look inside.” She whispered, softly.

Lia gently undid the container and sucked in a breath. It was a condom filled with blood with a small, naked baby-born doll stuffed inside. “Oh god!” she couldn’t help exclaiming.

It was disgusting. It was also completely obvious what it represented- the abortion . “Oh Brit, I’m so sorry!” Lia said, honestly, her voice a little choked. “Oh god, it’s awful!” Brittney just looked at the blood soaked doll stuffed in the condom, silent. Lia shoved the disgusting thing back into the container and marched over the bin and threw it out.

She then walked back over to Brittney, sat down and wrapped her arms around Brittney. Brittney leaned into her hug and started crying, “I’m so sorry Li-Li! I never wanted to hurt you!”

“I know.” Lia whispered, then she stood up. “I know you wouldn’t want to hurt me, but you did, Brit. And I need some time.”

Brittney nodded. “I… I understand.” She said, her face tearstained, her make-up smeared down her cheeks.

“Promise me you’ll never have sex or kiss or do anything with my brother ever again.” Lia said suddenly. “Promise!”

Brittney nodded. “I promise.” She whispered.

Lia walked home quickly. The disgusting image was stuck in her head and she knew exactly who had put the condom-blood-baby thing in Brittney’s locker- X.

When Lia arrived home, the first thing she did was have a shower. She scrubbed her body, taking deep, soothing breaths. She got out, gently toweled herself dry and walked back to her room. “Deep breaths, Lia.” She told herself, and she laid down on her bed and plugged in her headphones.

She listened to loud music, trying to find peace within herself. She’d always been interested in meditation and had a few soothing tracks on her iPod, and some talk-through meditation techniques.

After around an hour and a half, Lia pulled the headphones from her ears and went to go put her iPod back in the drawer when she saw something that shocked her- X’s trademark white folded piece of paper. X had been in her room- while she had been in it. Awake.