CassieA Chapter by anonymous.1 Cassie
Do you ever get the feeling that
someone’s watching you? Some presence from some unknown world is just seeping
through the oblivion just to snatch you up and eat you alive. I always do. At
first I just convinced myself I was just hallucinating but after a while,
there’s only so much convincing you can do. I glanced behind me, just in case I
were to catch a peek at this unbearable force. And no, just in case you were
wondering, I don’t always have these morbid thoughts while walking home from
school, but occasionally when I’m not thinking about Erik James or how I’m
going to finish my math homework, my mind can’t help but wander back to the
eerie thought. But I mean, let’s be real, putting aside the creepiness about
the situation, why would anyone want to stalk me? I never talk, and when I do
I’m skyping my Internet friends, or muttering insults to anyone who comes near
me. And again, before you make any
conclusions about me, please understand that I do not have social anxiety or
anything of the sorts. I simply believe that (besides my Internet friends and the
very few acquaintances I have at school.) there is no person that could make my
life any more exciting than it already is. I’m not saying that I have an
enriching life that every person at the school is dying to have. Actually my
life is probably the exact opposite from that, all I’m trying to say is that I
don’t want to waste my life with uninteresting, bitter flat people that only
have the purpose of making my day utterly suck. I don’t believe in killing
people with kindness, I just merely “kill” them with silence. Or at least I
kill the thought of them anyway. As I made it to the front door I
made eye contact with my dad as he mowed the lawn. I wouldn't necessarily say
that he’s the only person I actually tolerate, but I mean he’s the only person
I don’t mind having to hold an actual conversation with in person. I broke my eyes away from his and
continued my journey to the front door. My mother happens to be the exact
opposite of me and my dad. Complicated and emotional, just a roller-coaster on
feet. Hence the twisted stone patterns completed with assorted pebbles and
flowers and occasional weeds making a path to our front porch. If it were up to
me and my father, it would be a blank path of gray concrete. I don’t know how
my parents have lasted this long with each other. I wiggled my key into the door
and as quietly as possible, opened the door and walked in without making a
peep. As much as I love my mom, I’m really not in any mood to talk to her. She’d
ask how my day was and I really don’t feel like explaining to her for the
billionth time that I, 1. Still don’t have a boyfriend. 2. Still refuse to talk to anyone
at school outside of my little bubble of almost friends 3. Refuse to even glance my way
towards that stuck up freak Luke Daniels. (My mom is in love with that boy I
swear) She won’t get it. Mostly because
she doesn't get me. But I find myself bumping into
her anyways. I guess it’s inevitable to run into someone who lives in the same
house as you. © 2015 anonymous. |
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By anonymous.Authoranonymous.Monroe, MIAbout16 Years Old “The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” We .. more..Writing
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