they told me too [h.s]

“You’re just imaging things Vanessa. No one is stalking you. Now go to bed. It’s late. You have school in the morning.”

After everything Danielle and I had been through and how much I trusted her, I knew that man was stalking me. I could feel his eyes on me. I wasn't being paranoid or crazy. He was watching me. I had seen him 12 times over the last month. I wasn't in a small town or anything not even in a small apartment building. I lived on the upper east-side of New York. You didn't see people twice here. And if you did, run. They are following you. New York is a scary place. Crazy people. I was scared but compelled by him.

I mean why stalk me? I’m boring, normal. I’m not pretty or perfectly skinny. I’m just me. Going to college to become a nurse. Nothing crazy, not like I would do anything crazy. I was young yes, but not stupid. Or wild. So why stalk me?

Why would such a beautiful man, stalk me?