Picture of Me
Prologue
Alexander POV
Do you ever know what is like to be the victim of a stalker? Feeling helpless and weak like the victims of Law and Order SVU and Criminal Minds. You can't do anything about it except but be cautious everywhere you go and being afraid to sleep in your own home. That how I felt when I became a victim of a stalker. It's been five years since the incident but I couldn't shake those moments of being stalk for almost a year. I had night terrors every once in awhile but I couldn't help but feel useless every time I assume that my stalker isn't in prison even though he is in prison where he should rot in hell.
Every time I tell this stories to one of my friends or with my therapist I would burst into tears, wanting nothing more than a change of subject. Everyone complete understands how much of this incident has affected me. I mean I couldn't leave my own home without carrying a gun on me or a pocket knife. You think I'm going overboard but if you been in my shoes than you understand the fear I went through. Enough of talking I guess that my story should be told once and for all.
This is a story of how I became the victim of a stalker, and the stalker was my own biological father, James Hamilton Sr. There are days where I wish I wasn't born as a Hamilton and instead wished I was never even bored. Though there nothing you can do but pray to God or something else that can help you through but being a victim of a stalker. A sinister stalker that was nothing more than your own family member.