Obsession Of A Psychopath ☠︎︎

Chapter 1: Hunter craver

ꨄ︎Amanda's POVꨄ︎

I think I had a mental problem, I mean what kind of person would be walking on a deserted street at one in The morning, to think all that was because of my mom? How you might ask.

the truth was rooted in the complicated dynamics of my family, particularly the overbearing nature of my mother.

Within my family, I had an older brother and a younger sister, and yet it was always me who faced the brunt of my mother's strictness.

As a freshman in college, the pressure to achieve straight A's was paramount in her eyes. She didn't just suggest, but rather demanded that I stay back on campus to study.

On that particular night, I had been in the library with my friend Martin. Time slipped away unnoticed as we delved into our studies. Eventually, Martin left, leaving me alone without realizing how late it had become.

When I finally awoke, it was already 1 a.m.

A sense of panic washed over me. I knew that if I returned home in the morning, my mother would seize the opportunity to compare me unfavorably to my seemingly perfect brother. Without a moment's hesitation, I made a hasty decision to leave the library, disregarding the stormy weather outside. It was pouring rain, and I soon discovered that my phone, which could have been used to call my dad for a ride, was soaked and rendered useless. Resolute, I gathered my courage and set off on foot towards home.

The rain intensified, accompanied by flashes of lightning that illuminated the darkened sky. Yet, despite the inclement weather, I pressed on.

I was only a few blocks away from reaching the safety of my own home when lightening ilimmuinated the night sky. It happened in an instant as I tried to take a step forward something dropped from the sky landing a few feet away from me.

As the lightning illuminated the scene, it took me a moment to realize that it was a body on the pavement. A body had just dropped from the sky? Out of instinct my head shot up to the building and I saw a figure standing by the now broken window. The figure did nothing, it didn't move but I didn't have to be told to know that person was looking at me.

My heart pounded relentlessly in my chest, threatening to suffocate me. Every breath was a struggle as panic tightened its grip on my senses. I desperately wanted to flee, to scream for help, but terror had rendered me motionless. I stood there, unable to process the horrifying reality unfolding before me.

My body finally started coopearting with me, I took the chance and I stared to run.My heart raced, threatening to burst out of my chest as I grappled with the dire situation I found myself in. With every step, my fear intensified, propelling me to run as fast as my legs could carry me. I had no destination in mind; all I knew was that I had to escape.

As I was running i tripped over a Tash bag throwing me to the ground. The adrenaline rush temporary disappearing as I began to feel pain on my ankle. I tried to stand and continue walking but every movement hurt. I had to hold on to a wall from support.

"My ankle hurts so much but I can't stop," I whispered to myself, mustering every ounce of determination to keep going. I forced myself to walk, the pain coursing through me as a constant reminder of the danger lurking behind.