Stalker

Nick

        I left the house, closing the door behind me and I saw Hazel make her way into April's room. I gulped and went to my car, getting in and starting it. Everything was just too much and I didn't know how to help Hazel. I knew she wasn't going to get over this within a day and neither was I. I had seen the body too. The mutilated body. Whoever had done that to him was a sick bastard. I drove home quickly and parked beside my mom's minivan trying to be careful but hearing the gravel move under my tires as I slid in a little. I hopped out and looked around the darkness eerily. I felt like someone was watching me. I shivered and ran up on my porch, turning again and looking out at the darkness. I eyed the bushes and trees surrounding my house and made my decision. I wouldn't be going out into the bushes in the dark for a while. Especially at a party.

        I walked in and my mom sat in an arm chair asleep. I sighed. She must have fallen asleep waiting for me. I walked to her gingerly and touched her arm carefully to not spook her.

She gasped and jerked awake, "Ah!"

I jumped back a little, "Mom! Its just me!"

Her brown eyes lit up in recognition, "Oh, oh. Nick, your finally home. Ive been worried sick."

"I know, Mom. I'm sorry. Come on, lets get you to bed." I pulled her to her feet and hugged her softly.

She squeezed me, "Is everything being sorted out? Mrs. Grace already called me and let me know everything so I don't necessarily need to ask questions about last night."

"Yeah, everything is being sorted out." I could feel my voice wearing thin with exhaustion, it had been a long day with the questioning and waiting.

        We made our way upstairs and I separated and went into my room, closing and locking my door when I entered. I laid down on the bed and kicked my shoes off and stripping down to my boxers. The blanket and sheet felt cool against my body in the warm environment of my room. I rolled onto my side and looked at a picture of Hazel still sitting on my bedside table. Her eyes were bright against her long, curly black hair. She was still beautiful and she was mine then... She was all mine. She isn't anymore. I drifted off into sleep.