The Stalker

The Sleepless Night

I close the fridge, and begin walking to my room. I feel unsecure, uncomfortable. I shake it off for now, atleast I'm used to the feeling just a little bit. I remember being a child, feeling the same way around the house. Anger begins to pulse through me. My adrenaline starts to rush, I am ready to end this battle. I am ready to end this war, but the war is with something I cannot explain. Some figure, a figure that never changes. As years passed through my life, that figure, always watching. No matter what I do, no matter where I go. The figure is always watching. No matter what I do, where I hide, it gives me a sign, making me know it is still watching. I run into my room and sit on my bed, grabbing a notebook as I do. A pencil is placed in the front of it. I take it out and start to write quickly out of anger. I start writing what I see, what I feel. After writing a few sentences my pencil breaks

"s**t!"

I throw my notebook on the floor and fall back, staring at the ceiling. I look over at my arm, blood, it's running down my arm to the palm of my hand. I hiss in pain, and try to find the source...