My Obsession *On Hold*

Chapter 1

A/N: Okay, I'm young, so my writing skills aren't going to be fully developed. So if you're looking for a perfect story, it won't be here. But I'm hoping some of you will comment and give me tips on how I can improve my writing, it would help a lot! :)

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 Chapter 1

"Lola. You were his stalker, not his killer. Stop over-reacting, everything will be fine." I winced as Elliot gripped my arms, and as he stared at my face in what I think was supposed to be a reassuring expression, I pressed my lips together.

The more people tried to make me feel better, the worse I felt- it's like they wanted me to be constantly reminded of my past craziness. Why couldn’t they stop reminding me?

“Just… stop thinking, because you usually make everything seem more complicated. Okay?” I attempted to smile at Elliot’s rare act of kindness, but I’m sure it came out as more of a grimace. I couldn’t stop thinking of the situation I was about to walk into- the more I tried to forget about it, the more it pushed to the front of my mind.

“Yep. I’ll be… fine.” The only way I’d really be fine is if I somehow became invisible. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about anyone.  Elliot chuckled as he let go of my arms, ruffling my hair as he stepped back.

“Keep telling yourself that, because your face looks as if you’re going to your execution.” This made a whole new wave of anxiety begin as he said this, and  I gulped. My hands balled into fists as I glared at him, and I saw him grin as he turned away.

“Have a nice day! And it’s only the start of the day, don’t freak out yet!”

Cursing him in my head, I turned to the classroom door. My hand came over my mouth to stifle my whimper of desperation. Because, if there was anything I could do to not have to step into that room, it’d already be done. But Fred seemed to think it would be amusing to be in the same class as my… what is he to me?

My ex-victim? I have no idea what to refer to him as.

I could just leave, if I wanted to. But that would just prolong this for a day, and I would definitely be in trouble for skipping.  Taking a deep breath of air, my hand went to the door knob and-

Hovered there.

Should I knock? Or would I be drawing attention to myself?

Grabbing onto the door I pushed it open before I could convince myself otherwise. Stepping into the classroom took a lot of willpower, considering that my legs were finding it hard to move. But I wasn’t about to stand there in the doorway like an idiot.

“Miss Evans?” After softly closing the door behind me, I nodded my head at the woman sitting behind the desk. Keeping my eyes glued to her brightly coloured pencil case as I walked to her desk, my ears strained to hear it.

To hear him.

But there was no dramatic and accusing shouting of ‘You!’, and after a few seconds I relaxed. Well maybe not relaxed, but a little weight lifted off my shoulders. My entrance wasn’t like I’d imagined- there was no announcement that I had mental issues.

Maybe… he forgot about me.

This thought gave me hope, but at the same time I knew it wasn’t likely. How could you forget someone who followed you around? No, I’m sure he’ll remember me. Hopefully, by the time that happens Fred will have changed his mind and I could change class, or school.