The Stalker-- sorry My Stalker

The Stalker-- sorry My Stalker

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"Adventuring aye? Looking turns to seeing and seeing transforms into watching. Sometimes you can't control what you watch. Especially in the dim shadows, people trail unknowingly. It's an instinct, not an errand. To control is to have power. Don't be shocked if I appear to you when you aren't looking. You're not watching but you may be seeing. Knowing the unknowing. It is the impulse humans have-- I crave. Yes, maybe it's whenever your alone or with your peers. Don't worry memories fade. To have what hasn't been taken. The instinct is not to control: it is the errand you need to suppress." _______________________ PAST Trinity Elena, a sixteen-year-old girl living more like surviving. She wasn't the smartest. She wasn't the prettiest. She was herself; Trinity Elena and if you don't like it she couldn't care less. She barely liked herself. All she liked was her friends and some family. No one noticed her. She wasn't anyone's favorites even her mother stated that. However, she wanted to be free from all of it. Even if she couldn't conceive the consequences her dim naivety would bring. She wasn't anyone's first till she met Thomas Darcey. What a charm he is. But she didn't know her life was spiraling out of control as his smiles were consuming her life. She almost didn't realize the unknown person lurking in the corners. Creepily and slowly. Outside. In stores. In school. At home. Day time. Afternoon. Nighttime. "But he was nice?" Beware of who you trust during dark times. No, she didn't have to worry about Thomas. She didn't have to worry about anyone. Or did she? _______________________ PRESENT Now Trinity is stuck secluded in a pitch black room tied with leather garments around her wrists and ankles. She doesn't know where she is or how she got there. Struggling with the restraints waking up. But no memory of what happened and how she could've gotten to the point of where she is today. "Where am I?" Read if you dare...
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"Because I needed to put them out of their misery," you respond. His intense, bright, blue eyes. His sleek, long, brown hair. His smile that's hard to hate. You just can't get enough. When it started, you were independent, only Flare was there to accompany you. However, just like that, you join a group. Rick and his gang. It wasn't expected, but you can't leave. You couldn't leave. Carl is your bodyguard. He's been ordered to keep an eye on you. Ever. Since. Day. One. ... It all happened when you were raiding an abandoned, old shed. That's where you crossed paths with none other than Carl Grimes. His distinct features remain engraved into your brain and despite thinking that love makes one grow weak; you begin to develop feelings for him. Regardless of what others may think, you continue to pursue him. However, when the group encounters various challenges that test loyalty, trust and courage, you wonder if it's actually meant to be. ... "Carl," he stops and looks at you. "Get away from her." "Why?" Carl simply asks. "Come here," Rick tells him. Carl looks over at you, then Rick. He shakes his head no. "I didn't ask you, I'm telling you." Rick grits his teeth. Carl reluctantly obeys. You watch him as he leaves eyes never loosing contact with his. Rick shuts the door cautiously. As soon as you hear it shut, you stroll over to the door and press your ear against the thin wood. You could hear Rick's faint voice. "Carl. Keep watch over her," he whispers. "She's dangerous." "What do you mean? She's a kid. Just like me. What makes her any different?" Carl defends you. Your heart begins to thud. He's protecting you. Just like what any and every body guard should do. ... A touching fanfiction decorated with intricate detail, heart-racing action scenes and a painful yet deliciously sweet storyline. The only advice I give to you before reading is to prepare yourself both mentally and emotionally. For yours to read and cherish.

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