It's been three years since I started watching her. Three years passed but nothing had happened. Something about her, made it so that she stood out. Though ironically, she wasn't extraordinary in any way, she was normal. She was too normal, to be normal.

That was the very reason that made me want her. I hadn't expected my interest in her to become an obsession. But when I realized it, I was already twirled around her frail finger, it was to late to get away. I was hooked, stuck in a state of euphoria.

I watch her day and night, falling more for her. Whether this was love or an obsession, it didn't phase me. All I knew was that I wanted her, and I would do anything to make her mine. Or at least that's what I thought. But now, seeing her press a blade up against my neck. My slight possible love for her, has fully become an obsession...


I'm not dead, i've been busy that's all...i think.... Hopefully I'll get to my other stories, btu there is a possiblity that I will be rewriting them. . Please review.