Counting Stars

Chapter 2

Juliette's P.O.V.

It's been a week since I met that Peter kid on my roof. That scared the living hell out of me. I don't know where he came from or wherever it was he wanted to take me. I haven't had a restful night's sleep since. I keep my window locked because I fear he will climb through. And I never lock my window. 

I have also stopped going up to the roof at night. I don't think people get it. If it's night time and you have no idea where I am, just come up to my roof and I will be there. But not this week. I know it was only one time but after those few nights before of having the feeling of being watched, well, I just put two and two together. It wasn't really rocket science.

He's a stalker. I don't know who he is, or where he came from, or if he really has been watching me for at least two weeks. It's just that feeling you get. Like a sixth sense. I have never in my life felt this unsafe in my own home.

I won't tell my mom because what is she going to do? She'll think I'm crazy because you can't get in this building without a key. That still runs through my mind. If he didn't get in this build with a key, then how did he get here? All he told me was that he was passing through. Well, "flying" through.

I think my mom has noticed that something is off. She doesn't ever point out that I haven't gone to the roof lately, but when she comes into my room to call me down for dinner or it's late or whatever, she has a suprised look on her face when she sees I am just on my bed. She gets the words tangled in her mouth, but just continues what she was doing. 

It hurts not telling her, but I don't want her getting hurt. I just can't take that risk. I care about her too much. 

Tonight, my mom is out on a date. Someone at work had set her up on a blind date, but it was me forcing her to go out. She hasn't been out on a date in who knows how long. She deserves to have fun to. I told her I would be fine as I closed the door on her face to get her out faster. 

My friend Molly was suppose to come over and hang out with me but she has a stomach virus. So it's just me. I of course am scared of Peter, but being realistic, I haven't seen him in a week. It he wanted to do something to me or "take me away" he probably would have done it by now. It was probably a joke or something.

I was on the couch listening to "Just One Yesterday" by Fall Out Boy doing my homework. I don't know how I can listen to music and do work, but it works and I get A's and B's in school. Whatever works.

I continue to work until there is a noise. Thump! I turn off my music and remain perfectly quiet. Thump! I heard it again from... my room.

Crap! Was someone in my room? Was it Peter? I can't sit here scared when he is in my room; that is if it is him. 

I take all the courage I have and get up from the couch. I slowly make my way to my room, terrified of what I might find. Then again, something just could have fallen off the shelf. So it could be nothing. Or it could be something. I don't know. And I won't if I don't go and check.

I get to my door and grab the door knob. Just get it over with I think to myself. Like ripping off a band-aid, I quickly open my door and look in. 

There is no one there. I walk into the room and nothing was out of place. Maybe I'm being paranoid again. I have shivers thinking aoubt this. Then I realized something, I'm not getting shivers from my thoughts, but from a cool breeze. I look at my window and it was open wide.

My eyes went as wide as the window. It was definatly locked. I don't know whether to dtart crying or get out of the apartment. I don't know why, but my first reaction is to close the window. I start to walk over to the window until I am pulled away quickly. 

I wasn't even given the option to scream when a large hand clamped over my mouth. I am pushes up against my closet doors hard. I keep my eyes closed because I don't want to look at this intruder or look at what they would do to me.

Then they spoke. It was the voice that had haunted me for a week and a voice I didn't want to hear again.

"Please don't be scared."