One year. One year of terror and constantly looking over my shoulder. I never thought I would finally be free from the paralyzing fear of having a stalker. His name was Ian and I will never know why he chose me.
ONE YEAR AGO…
It was an upbeat, sunny June day; my mother had asked me to go return a plate we had borrowed from our neighbors, who was having their deck redone. I walked around the tools and the excess wood and up the stairs that were safe to walk on. There was a young man that looked to be in his early 20s that was staring at me, I tried to ignore it. I see my neighbor and give her the plate, she made a small comment on how pretty I looked that day and the strange guy whispered: "Yeah, she's gorgeous." I did not know whether or not he intended for me to hear that, so I did not say anything. I turned to go home and I heard the young man call to me. I turned around and he simply stated "You're very beautiful." I replied with a simple "Thank you" and walked away.
That night I heard my phone get a notification, I got a friend request from someone named 'Ian Psikho' I went to the profile and it was that guy working on my neighbor's deck! He must have asked for my name and found me. I didn't know him so I didn't add him. A few seconds later a 'Ding!' came from my phone, it was Ian:
"Hey! I was working on your neighbor's deck today. I'm Ian. How are you? "
"I just wanted to say that you're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen."
That's sweet, but, ignore.
"Why are you ignoring me?"
"Remember, I know where you live!"
"Bitch! Answer me!"
The messages kept coming and coming. I finally had to block him. I figured he was mad that a girl actually wasn't interested and that hurt his ego. I thought he was harmless. Boy, was I wrong.