The Stalker-- sorry My Stalker

"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."

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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?

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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?"

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