Short Stories

3. The Stalker

Friday

I watched Stacy as she drank her caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso. She was as radiant as always. She wore a white sheath dress which she paired with red heels. Her hair was tied up into a messy bun. I prefer her with her hair down but she looks beautiful either way.

Saturday

I sat on a table that was a few feet away from her. All she had to do is look on her right and she could see me. But I knew she won't. She was too busy looking at her phone.

Sunday

She chatted on her phone, smiling brightly. Who was she talking to? Was it Chad? Rage boiled inside of me when I thought about her talking to another guy.

Monday

She is wearing a bright pink sweater and a pair of white shorts today. God, she is beautiful.

Tuesday

She saw me! She actually directly looked at me! Was that a smile?

Wednesday

I said hi to her today. She told me the color blue looks good on me. I was wearing a navy blue dress shirt and some slacks. I guess I'll be wearing it more often now. She finally noticed me. I'm so happy!

Thursday

I invited her to dinner and she said yes! I can't wait to see her tonight. She will finally be mine. I was shocked when she agreed to have dinner at my place. Women are usually more careful than that. Oh, Stacy, you should really be smarter about dating men. It's a dangerous world out there. But I'm glad you weren't cautious about me. I'm glad you are making it easy for me. Too easy.

Friday

I asked you nicely. I told you I only wanted to be with you, but you didn't listen to me, Stacy! I begged and pleaded. Don't do this, I said.

But you just smiled. You laughed out loud while I screamed in pain as you twisted the screwdriver into my abdomen. I saw your eyes sparkle when you saw blood gushing out of my throat. Why Stacy? Why couldn't you just let me love you?

You were supposed to love me.

*Excerpt from the 10 o'clock news*

A man was brutally murdered in an apartment in Brooklyn. He was stabbed 32 times on his abdomen with a screwdriver then his throat was slashed with a kitchen knife. The victim was identified as Mark Herrinton, who frequently visited the cafe down the street which is where he met the murder suspect, Stacy Abraham. The local authorities stated that this may not be her first murder as they found Polaroids of several other men. All soaked in blood.