(A/N: I wrote this through the whole IT movie and two shows of Degrassi (the killed Ryan/JT! No!!), and it took me a while to actually get this thing on the computer… and I bet this is going to suck, big time. I’m such a tease, I simply am…)

Maybe she was paranoid for thinking these thinking these things. Nobody wants her; no one wants to watch her, not in that way anyway.

But those feelings, thoughts of paranoia, of fear, they never left. When she would wake on those days she chose to go to work, or on those days when she had to go to her college classes (at five in the fucking morning!), she would dress in layers of clothing, just to feel safe.

Layers…

That’s what she was made of. Thousands of layers. But even with that comforting thought, she still felt vulnerable. Like all he had to do was just stare and everything about her could be revealed.

Like an open book.

She felt naked. Even on the days when she would wear the bulkiest of coats, she felt stark naked.

But he never interfered. Even on those days when all she could is cry, scream-whatever, he never interfered. She didn’t understand.

She never questioned, though.

She knew who he was, that much was obvious. She could see him, from the corner of her eyes in every one of her classes.

A silent agreement.

A hidden promise, if you look close enough.

You can look…

But you sure as hell ain’t gonna touch.

No

Fucking

Way.

He made her paranoid, but kept her interested. It was strange, she never told anyone about him, never even wrote it down anywhere. No big clues. Aside from blinding glances behind her as she walked, she never showed any signs of her nervousness.

Heh, nervousness…

Please,

This lady is far from nervous.

She just happens to be an excellent actor.

He was too.

Funny…

She didn’t date. Not anymore, anyway, not when she was being watched. No fucking way, that’s just too much.

No flings either. No one-night stands, she just wasn’t that type of girl. Never before, and defiantly not now.

One problem…

One fucking problem…

She needed…

She didn’t know what she needed, actually, not a damned clue. Wow, she’s stupid. Positively stupid, that’s what she is.

She knew what she wanted though, that much was certain.

Him

She would usually laugh at that thought.

Please… no…

She was just… desperate.

She would usually laugh even harder at that thought.

Extremely, extremely desperate.

She wondered if he knew what he was doing. She wondered why he was doing it, there was nothing nice about her, and she wasn’t beautiful. And she hated when people told her otherwise.

Liars,

She wasn’t anything.

If she looked out the window from her dorm right now, there was no doubt that he would be right out there, staring at her.

Directly at her.

Scary…

Super scary…

Everything about him scared her, terrified her.

Horrified her…

Excited her.

Damn

Don’t think of the stalker that way!

But this wasn’t the type of thing that was unusual for her, she thought of him everyday. They never talked though… But she wanted to stalk him, touch him…

No!

Wait,

Yes!

The asshole,

This makes her seem obsessed.

Well she was, Very much so. To the point of insanity, of madness, she wanted to burn him and feed him dogs (and she really wanted to be a bitch, she’d burn the dogs too), make him pay.

Well, bring it on stalker. Let’s give you something to watch.

End