The Governments Agenda

Chapter 2

So Markus was just a tad bit more aggressive than I took him for. It was hot, and also terrifying, and may have left a grudge on the poor boy he attacked. I didn't really care about it at the time, and was more focused on the answers I had been waiting for. If the boy could still talk of course.

"Markus, lay off him. I need him to—God, his nose is bleeding," I stated as I bent down to rub the blood of the boy's face. He flinched back, which was a pretty reasonable reaction to the situation.

"He's been stalking you, Shinelle!" Markus said. I ignored him and analyzed the boy. There was a different feel to him. He was stressed, scared, and had too much innocence to him to actually be harmful, yet he still managed to give Markus a pretty extreme and scary death glare.

"Have you been stalking me?" I asked the boy. It had to be the lamest thing ever because he could always lie and stab me, then live the rest of his life looking for his next target. As dark as my mind could go in this situation, I didn't think he would do anything.

"Are you sure he's not the one Shinelle, because you seemed pretty shaken when you saw him through the window," Markus asked. I looked back at the boy and frowned.

"I'm not following you," the boy said. His voice was deeper than I expected it to be. He looked me in the eye when he stated he piece. I took me less than a second to know he was telling the truth, I could feel it.

"I believe you," I said. At that point everything seemed so surreal and out of place. I wanted to leave and snuggle into my bed and forget about that night. Even if it was my first date ever.

"Look dude, just stay away alright," Markus said lightly, but I could still hear the dark tone underneath it. I flinched away and turned back to the boy. I gave him a small smile.

"I'm sorry about your nose, and your cheek. You might want to ice it tonight," I suggested lamely. He nodded his head and rose to his feet.

"I'm sorry," the boy said. He did the strangest thing. Instead of running away in fear from a tense and angered Markus he just stared at him. He stood still for a long and uncomfortable amount of time, then turned around and walked away calmly. He shook his head and looked to the side, as if mumbling to himself.
I watched the boy leave and sighed to myself. I was done for the day. I was too stressed to think and at any moment I could fall to the ground and cry from anxiety. Everything was too much, and I wasn't even done with my date yet. Heck, it barely even started.

"I'm sorry I'm the worst date you've ever had," I told Markus in a hurry. I went back inside to take off the bowling shoes and to grab my belongings. I barely looked at Markus as I did it.

"Not the worst, but definitely an interesting date," he joked. I ignored it and went to the car. I already noted that my body was in a sort of paralysis. Markus tried to joke all the way back to my house, but I wasn't feeling it. I still felt like I was being watched, maybe with more eyes on me this time. It was driving me insane the entire ride back home.

After that insane day I went straight to my room and passed out on my bed. I didn't try to be proper and wash off my makeup and take a shower, so my pillow was smeared in makeup and I was very uncomfortable about my bad hygiene before I even closed my eyes. That night I had another dream. It was creepier and drearier and for some reason in my room. I could see myself sleeping, it was like a mind out of body experience. The scary boy was back, the one who was in the hallway at school. It was scary how similar he and the other boy looked, the one Markus punched. If I knew any better I would say they were identical twins.
He looked angry and tired. His gray eyes looked lifeless, which contrasted from the sucker punched stalker. He looked impatient as he stuck his hand out for me to grab again. It only lasted for about a second, but the moment I finally acted I was awake. My eyes were open as my mind reacted to my name.