(Katherine's P.O.V)
The leaves crunched under my feet as I walked home. I'm returning home after a long night shift at a diner about 10 very very long streets away from my place. I know what you guys are thinking.
'Why would a 17 year old girl, who is still in high school, walking home after a night shift at midnight when she should be at home sleeping for school tomorrow?'
Well the thing is, I live by myself in a pretty big house and need to pay the bills, hence the part time job. It's not a big thing;I mean a lot of 17 year olds have part time jobs right? But what's different with me is that I do it because I need the money not only for the bills but also for food, clothes, school things like books, shoes;if a pair of shoes are ruined an you know, those sorts of things. Things that people need and have in their everyday life to basically survive.
Now I know you guys must be wondering:
'Where are her parents?'
Well, to be honest with you, I don' know. You see when I was a baby I was abandoned on someone's doorstep. I never got to know who my real parents were;if I was a missing child;who put me on that doorstep;or i my parents were looking for me, if they loved me. But I'm not really complaining. I mean yes i wonder who my parents were and why did they leave me there, but the thing is, even though I didn't have them I was raised by the most loving and caring couple I ever met.
They loved me so much and gave me anything and everything I wanted;no, I wasn't spoilt (although they ha billions of dollars because dad had a pretty good well-paying job). If I needed something I'd ask them for it but if I didn't really need it I wouldn't, you know, that sort if thing. They'd even complain that I don't ask them for anything and would even take me out just so they could buy me something even if I didn't need anything. They loved me so much and I loved them. They would pick me up when I was down, foxed problems in school that I may have, helped me with my homework and even feed me themselves with a fork sometimes! I know those things may not seem like big things but they are to me. They made me feel loved when I felt like no one ever would.
Sadly, they died in a car accident. I was in the car at the time too. We were driving home from a fancy dinner dad took us to. We were chatting in the car and laughing. I was in the back;dad was driving and mum was in the passenger seat. We were all wearing seat belts at the time but that didn't stop the drunk driver hit our car from the right hand side, making the car turn sideways and roll down a hill. Then everything went black.
I remember waking up once and seeing red and blue flashes of light and people screaming things like:
'We have to get them out of the car!'
'The cars upside down, we'll have to call the emergency rescue squad!'
Then everything went black again. The next thing I remember was I woke up in a white room, my head hurting and a doctor was standing next to me. I was in a coma for almost a week. They started getting worried due to my head injury but were relieved to see me fight the coma off. Throughout the day there was only one thing on my mind, 'where are my parents?'
When I had asked they just gave me a sad smile and said I'd find out soon and they couldn't tell me anything. Next thing I know is around 6pm that evening police inspectors came and told me the bad news. They were gone, actually gone.
"I'm sorry..." was all I heard before crying uncontrollably and wasn't listening to anything they were saying. I couldn't believe it. No! I wouldn't believe it but reality hit me in the face and I knew they were truly gone. The two people in the world, who loved me, cared for me and fed me, were truly gone. A week later they discharged me from the hospital and sent me home with a social worker. I was only 9 at the time.
I went home to my place with a face completely drained of colour and with dry-tears on my cheeks. I remember the first thing I did when I got home was going into their room, getting into their bed and cuddling myself into the sheets with my face in the pillow. Then I let it all out. Everything. I hadn't cried since the day the police came and told me they were gone. I just kept a straight face devoid of emotion. I wouldn't eat anything apart from maybe some water and a little bit of fruit in the night when they would force me to eat.
The lawyer came maybe after 3 days telling my parents left everything to me. Their home, all their personal belongings and their money. I just kept a blank face through the meeting until he said,
"There is some good news Katherine. The person who was responsible for the accident has been caught and has been sentenced to 30-40years due to drunken driving, murder of two and possession of drugs. Isn't that good news? The person who is responsible is now in jail and by the time he gets out he'll be about 66."
A ghost of a smile appeared on my face when he said those words but only or about 10 seconds. I got up from where I was sitting and did something that surprised the lawyer and the social worker. I hugged him.
"Thank you, thank you so much," I whispered in his ear. It took a while for him to respond to my hug but after 5 seconds of those words I had spoken he hugged me back and whispered,
"Your welcome."
We stayed like that for about a minute and then we pulled away and I said bye to him while thanking him one last time, leaving the social worker and him to discuss sone things.
I went straight up to my room, lied down on my bed facing the ceiling and closed my eyes. I was happy that my parents' killer was in prison. Then he won't be going around killing more people because of his drunken driving, and with that thought I remember slowly drifting off to sleep.
A few days later, I went back to school. By then everyone knew what had happened. As soon as I got off the bus everyone gave me sad smiles with which I returned with a sad one too.
When I had gotten to class my 3 best friends cane up to me. Each one of them gave me a tight and comforting hug. First Bethany, then Ruby, and finally Becky. They understood me and how I was feeling.
They knew I wasn't in the mood to talk so they led me to my seat, which was next to Becky's, and sat me down. From there they helped me and gave me support. I love them for being by me no matter what.
They helped me through my parents' death and now I talk more and have started eating again. Don't get me wrong, I still love my parents so much and still miss them but if I stayed like that, not eating or talking, for the rest of my life they wouldn't be happy. They'd be disappointed in me and I don't want to disappoint them.
And I know you guys must be thinking, 'If she has those billions of dollars then why us she working if she has all that money.'
Well there's an easy answer. I don't want to live my life off of them. I only use that money for emergencies. I work because I want to earn my own money and not be dependant on them for the rest of my life. They've already given me so much.
I know that right now they me be just a little upset that I feel this way but I also know that they're also proud of me to. Proud of me for being the person I am today and for earning my own money.
A small smile appeared on my face as I started thinking about how they're watching over me no matter what. I picked up my pace as I was now only about 3 streets away from home. The autumn wind hit my face as I walked.
Suddenly, I started to slow down as I felt uneasy. I was now on my street and was only a few doors away from my door. I felt as if someone was watching me. I know; sounds a bit cliché right? But that's how I felt. My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
'Why am I feeling like this', I think to myself.
I shook the feeling off as I stepped into my house and and closed then locked the door, the heat and warmth of my home already soaking into my bones. I took off my long-brown coat and hung it up while switching on the hallway light and living room light as they are right next to my coat rack, which was near my door. I put my house keys on a small mahogany table, which was also near my coat rack.
I stepped into my living room, making my way across the room to get to the kitchen. I walked into my kitchen, switching on the light and making my way to the refrigerator.
I took out some milk and set it on the island, which was in the middle of my kitchen. I then made my way to the cupboard above the sink and took out my favourite mug that had 'B*tch' written on it, and washed it before also setting it on the island. I made my way across the kitchen to another cupboard and took out some chocolate milkshake powder.
I pored some milk into my mug with 2 spoonfuls of the powder before stirring. I then made my way over to my microwave and put my mug in, and set my microwave to 2 and a half minutes and pressed start.
While I was waiting my I-phone 4s started ringing in my pocket. I took it out an answered.
"Hi Becky", i answered knowing who it already was without having to check te caller id.
"Katherine White!!! Why haven't you called me yet!?!? I've told you a thousand time to call me when you get home!!! You know how worried I was! I sat near my phone practically talking to myself saying 'Don't worry, she's fine, she'll call any minute.' But no!!! You don't..."
I roll my eyes as she continues to rant. This is a basic routine. I come back home from work forgetting I needed to call her, she calls screaming about how I didn't call her, i apologise and she tells me to never do it again although we both know I will because I do it every single day and it never changes. Although now it'll only happen on Saturdays as school starts tomorrow and the only day I'll be able to work is on a Saturday. Today was my last shift on a Sunday night.
"I'm sorry, ok. I completely forgot. It won't happen again", I say trying to calm her down but apparently fail.
"No! Not 'sorry'. You do this every time!I'm here worries sick while you make yourself hot chocolate milkshake!" she screams at me. She knows me too well. She knows I hate tea or coffee so I drink hot chocolate milkshake instead.
"I'm sorry Becky. I know your worried and I'm sorry I haven't called. I just ha something on my mind", I replied to her as I felt the uneasiness settle in the pit of my stomach again as I felt like something was watching me from outside my window, although my kitchen window faced my backyard. I turned and stared out the kitchen window trying to see anything in my backyard or in the forest that is connected to my backyard.
"Katherine, are you okay? I mean, you sound a little tiered. What have you been thinking about? You know I'm here for you so please tell me what's on your mind", she whispered softly as she knew I was telling the truth about having something on my mind and he also knows that I was feeling uneasy because if this. This is why I love my friends. They know exactly how I feel even if they're not looking at me . They know me inside out.
But the fact was do I tell her about the feeling that I felt like that someone was watching me when I was coming home? That I still feel like someone is watching me from afar so I wouldn't notice them somehow? I mean it might be nothing and maybe I'm just tiered? But then again, it might just be something.
"Katherine? You there?" she asked sounding worried from the other end of the line.
"Yeah. Sorry. Ummm....It's just that I-I-I feel like s-someone's watching me. I mean it might be nothing. I mean I'm sure it's nothing, so can we please forget it?" I practically pleaded while biting my lower lip nervously.
I mean I'm sure I'm piking on loose straws, right? There's no point in worrying her. I shouldn't have told her in the first place now that I think about it. I shouldn't have worried her for no reason.
"Katherine, I don't know if I can forget something like that. I mean it might be nothing, but it could also be something. You're probably just tiered. Finish your hot chocolate then go to sleep. We have school tomorrow honey, so quickly get dressed and go to bed okay. After all it is the first day back to High school. Okay?"
"Yeah. I guess you're right. Bye, love you" I replied to her, while pulling the kitchen blind down to make sure no one can see me.
"Ok,love you too. Bye", she said and I hung up.
I took my hot chocolate out of my microwave and blew into the mug so I didn't burn my tongue. I finished my hot chocolate and went upstairs to my bedroom to change.
I switched on the light and and walked over to my wardrobe and took out some track-suit bottoms and a jumper out as it was chilly tonight. As I started walking to my joined bathroom I stopped just outside my bathroom door. I slowly turned around to face my bedroom window across the room and walked over to it with my clothes still in my hands.
Once I got there, I looked outside to see anything suspicious as I felt the uneasiness return. There was nothing outside apart from my neighbourhood with the street lamps on.
I slowly closed the curtains so no one could see me from outside, as normally you could if I had my lights on, which in this case I do.
I closed my curtains and turned around once more and walked into my bathroom.
I quickly stripped leaving me in my undergarments and put my new clothes on.
I then made my way over to my sink and brushed my teeth with some Colgate tooth paste.
I then washed my face and took out a towel from the cupboard under the sink to wipe my face.
I then trough it into my laundry hamper in the corner of my white, tiled bathroom.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, which was attached to a cupboard above the sink, where I keep all my toiletries in.
A light brown long haired girl, with forest green eyes was staring back at me. He had a small nose and a skinny yet toned body, with curves in all the right places. She also had plump pink lips, and her skin was a perfect tanned colour. Her hair was brushed out neatly and she had it in a braid.
I sighed looking at myself in the mirror.
"Am I really beautiful?" I wondered aloud. I've been told I an but am I really? I mean all I see is a weak yet strong willed girl, who is trying to get through high school and get to college before getting a real job. I mean to the rest of the world I seen strong willed and beautiful, but the thing is, am I? Am I really beautiful?
'Oh, forget that c*ap! It doesn't matter! Just get through high school and college and you'll be fine' I thought to myself with a determined look.
I turned and walked out my bathroom. I turned off the lights, got into bed and laid down on my side.
I picked up my phone from my bedside table and switched it on seeing it's just passed 1. I'll have to wake up at 7 tomorrow and be ready by 8.
I put my phone down back on my bedside table after setting an alarm for 7am and closed my eyes.
The last thought on my mind before slowly drifting to sleep was: 'There's nothing watching you. It's jus your imagination', as I felt the uneasiness settle in the pit of my stomach once more.
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First chapter of 'My Obsessive stalker'!
How was it??? Thank you again for giving this book a chance, it really means a lot.
I'll have the next chapter hopefully up in about a week or 2 (maybe more) as I have already started it.
Thank you so much again!
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