The Boy Who Always Was

"I can feel him. In my dreams, my heart... He's my everything. So whoever did this to him? Is going to pay."

Lucy Stewart lives with the knowledge that her life will never be full of love and happiness as it once was. But why? Little does she know that she's being haunted by the one person who she had hoped to forget about. A boy who she once loved and cherished...
A boy who was murdered in front of her eyes.

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2. The stalker

 

Chapter 1

You see, I didn't love Keiran because he was popular, or handsome, or anything like that. I loved him because he didn't care. He didn't care that I was a geek, or that I loved random facts, or that I loved to read. He loved me, for me. He followed me around like a lost puppy, waiting for the day that I noticed him. The day that I appreciated his presence; true though, he didn't have to wait long. I remember so clearly the day that it began. The day that boy became my prince...

As I walked down the hallway towards my next class, I knew he was behind me. The guy that had been following me around for the past four months. Kerian, I think his name was... Or something like that. I don't pay attention to the 'popular kids' and they don't pay attention to me. That's how I like it. I'm not sure what he wanted from me. I was most likely the next girl on his 'checklist' to sleep with. The next girl to manipulative and violate. Well, he could stuff it. Stacey Thomas fancied him, not me. He was a world away from me anyway. He was a jock and what was I? A bookworm. A loser. Not even a blip on his radar...

I turned around to glare at the guy who was staring a hole into my back and jumped in shock. He was an inch away from me. I could smell his sweet, expensive cologne as he leaned in closer towards me. 

"Hello Lou" he whispered making me shudder. Don't give into him. Don't do it. I turned away from him, ignoring his sharp intake of breath as I did so. Don't look behind you, he'll hurt you. Lou keep walking. Keep walking. Keep, Walking. That's right. Left foot. Right foot. Lef- Oh God. I turned around to look at him, slowly. I was astonished at his expression, he looked strangely... Hurt?

"Hi" I said in a small voice. 

That was the first interaction I ever had with him. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had carried on walking away from him. Away from that strange boy... 

But then I realise. I couldn't. Not from him anyway...

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