So pretty...

I see you all the time. You walk around town with your brown haired friend. I always want to talk to you, but I chicken out in the end.

I like to follow you. Watch you. I study your every move.

I know you.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, and three scar marks on each cheek... That's you.

You like to eat ramen... a lot.

Sometimes I think I'm going crazy. You make me crazy. You are... so pretty.

Today I had to talk to you. HAD to talk to you.

"Hello."

I heard you say that. You had stepped into the elevator after me in our apartment building. It shocked me at first. I follow you around so much outside, I forgot we were neighbors.

I'm sorry. I never returned your greeting. I just stared at you until I realized that you had become uncomfortable.

I heard a thick 'ding' sound and the doors split apart and you smiled at me as you left.

I like how you walk. No, you don't walk. You sway. You are... so pretty.

I saw you again.

You got a job at the coffee shop. I HAD to talk to you.

"Black." I say simply. You smile.

As you wait for the other worker to hand you the large paper cup, you look at me.

"You know, you don't talk much." You say with a little laugh that makes short tingles run up my arms. "I see you at the apartments, I see you around town, but I never hear you talk."

I smile. You do notice me.

"I guess I have nothing to say."

You crossed your arms and put a stern look on your face. You are... so pretty.

"How can that be? Everyone has something to say."

"Not me."

You place a white plastic lid on the tall cup of hot liquid and slide it to me.

"If you ever do have something to say... say it to me, alright? I'd love to hear you say something."

I don't say anything. I just nod as I take the cup and leave.

I waited for you.

I sat in the hallway by your door. I kept coughing. I had smoked three cigarettes to get my mind off of you. I never smoke.

I hear that familiar 'ding' and I know you are back. I don't even look up and I know you're staring at me.

Your blue eyes cut through my flesh and the pain makes my vision blur.

"Hey! Did you find something to say?"

I look up and, of course, you are smiling. Always smiling. Always... so pretty.

"Yeah." I push myself up to meet you eye to eye.

I study you again. I want to remember you.

"You are... so pretty."

You probably think I'm a freak now... but thats ok.

"Um... thank you." You smile again. "You're pretty too."

I can't look at you anymore.

Always happy. Always... so pretty.

You almost make me regret doing this.

I remember the sound you made when I shoved the knife into your stomach.

You didn't smile. But you still look... so pretty.

I know you'll stay alive a while longer. I drag you into your apartment.

I place you on the couch and you stare at me more.

I want to cry for you. You never did anything to hurt me. You are so nice. You are... so pretty.

Your blood is running over the fabric of the couch. You're half way dead.

The smell of blood can be overwhelming. I cant get away from it now. It's around me... on me... in me.

So pretty... I had to eat you.