I'm Being Stalked
Do you know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach, when you think someone is watching you. Like the OMG that creepy guy on the subway keeps staring at me kind of feeling. Well that's how I felt before I made that creepy guy on the subway disintegrate. Yeah, I said disintegrate. It's a confusing story, so I guess I will start at the beginning.
Hi. My name is Nacasia Cecelia Trifiro, I'm fourteen years old and I have ADHD and Dyslexia. So yeah, I'm just your typical New Yorker. I live with my mother, Nerina, in a place that we Italians call po 'I 'Italia, meaning Little Italy. If your parents ever told you not to be afraid of the monsters under your bed, don't listen to them. Ever since I was little those monsters would come after me, most of them are scarier than your worst nightmare, and my mother never told me not to be afraid. But she did somehow protect me from them, and as I got older she taught me how to defend myself.
I never had to fight a monster before, but today was different; I couldn't get home in time. It started this morning; I could sense something was wrong even before anything happened. I took the subway like always; I was going to get my school supplies for the coming year. Hey! New school, new year, and hopefully no monsters. But everything started to go downhill as soon as I got on and found a seat. This weird, creeper was staring at me; I pretended not to see him. But later, on the way home he was still there, his beady little eyes staring into mine. No sooner, I was running through the streets with a Kindly One on my trail. I ran, and ran, and found myself at a dead end, pinned to a wall.
"Goodbye, young one," her voice pierced through me, sending a shiver up my spine. But my ADHD and the little bit of training were working for me tonight; I yanked my bobby pin out of my hair and stabbed it through her heart, she disintegrated on the spot. I floored it the rest of the way home, terrified.