Until I Met You

6

The safe feeling when those red eyes look at me. The safety I feel every time I sense someone's presence near me. I don't know if I should be creeped out or happy that I have a helping stalker. On one hand, it's kinda creepy having someone follow me around all day at school. It seems Amelia and her group of friends also feel it because they only come to me when the presence is gone.

And while I love feeling safe for the first time, I also have to admit it's also a bit creepy. I don't mind the stalker much but it is kind of creepy in another way. I can't focus on my classes until I feel like I'm out of his or her view. The intense look and the worry I see in the person's eyes. But who can those red eyes belong to? 

I don't know who would want to keep me safe in the first place. I'm seen as a victim but that surely isn't enough to get a helping stalker. Who the hell could those red eyes belong to? I feel them follow me as I walk in the hallway but it seems to go away as soon as I enter certain classes and places. Hmmm. Maybe it's a classmate who only has three classes with me. 

I try my best to remember if I talked to anyone with red eyes. But as much as I try to remember, the only person that comes to mind is Subaru. But that is impossible, seeing as he hates me. 

I hear a knock on the door and it interrupts my thoughts. An annoying and adorable voice is heard behind the room door.

" Can I come in, (favorite nickname)?"

" Fine."

The door starts to open but once the lock reaches its limit, the door doesn't open anymore. Oops. It seems I forgot to unlock the door before letting her inside. Feeling lazy to get up, I walk towards the door and unlock the chain. 

A very annoying and irritating eight-yeared-old girl enters my room.

" Why did you lock the door?!"

" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

" Talk to me!"

" . . . . . . What?"

" Can you play with me?"

" No."

" Please!"

 " No."

" I'll tell mom you don't want to play with me."

" Tell her. I don't give a damn."

" YOU'RE MEAN!"

" Aha."

" YOU'RE COLD-HEARTED!"

" Aha."

" YOU'RE CRUEL AND MEAN! I'LL TELL MOM YOU DON'T WANT TO PLAY WITH ME BUT YOU STILL LOCK YOURSELF IN THE ROOM DOING NOTHING! DAD WOULDN'T WANT YOU DOING THAT!"

" . . . . . . . . . . . .(gritting teeth) Get out before I decide to strangle you."

" . . . . . . . . . I'm sorry, sister, but you know it's the truth."

" . . . . . . . . . . . Out. NOW!"

Bursting into tears, she starts to cry in front of me. Really? What a cry baby. 

" I'll go now. I know when I'm not wanted. But know that I won't talk to you until I die or you apologize."

" Aha."

She runs to the door and slams the door hard as she leaves. Oh well. It seems I'll have to wait until her anger gets out. She always says the same thing but she only manages to be angry for about two days.

Soon after she's gone, another knock is heard on the door again. REALLY?! Calming down, I take deep breaths. After calming down, I make sure my voice isn't loud or shows any trace of anger.