Chapter 1: Began with pictures
The day I became I didn't know that I was a victim of my stalkerish father happen five years ago when I was still in high school. I was attending NYC high school where I just started my senior year at the age of seventeen years old. Couldn't wait to graduate and attended King Colleges along with my closest friends and crush. I remember having such a huge crush on John Laurens in which my buddy Mulligan tells me that it was plain old obvious since the very beginning but that part isn't important right now. I was lying down on the couch as I watch my favorite crime series Forensic Files, instead of doing homework. I know a shocker, that the Alexander Hamilton isn't doing homework for once! Well, I did most of my homework that wasn't due till in two weeks so I have two weeks to slack off for a bit.
While just minding my own business as I pay attention to the television until I heard a knock at the door. I assume it was the people knocking on the neighbors' door since I lived alone in the apartment complex. Focusing my attention on the television once more until the knock became more like a pounding sound. Frequently becoming annoyed as I force myself off the couch waiting to prepare myself to yell at this dumbass, who was pounding at my door. Once I open the door I saw nobody but instead was a pile of envelopes right before me. All these envelopes have my name written on them with fine handwriting. I didn't think too much of it as I took the envelopes in my apartment. One by one as I open them all I ever received are pictures...of me...from the day I was born, the day of my mother's funeral, and disturbing of all is the pictures I only took with my friend on the night of our junior prom. As I open the last envelope I notice another of me...not too long ago as I was sitting down on the couch. There was writing on the back...shaking flipping the last photo it was written.
"We shall meet again, someday"
I didn't realize but I was shaking in terror as I paranoidly check to see if I locked my door about three times. Then I check to see if some of my windows were locked as well. I also check any place to see if someone was hiding in my apartment. Eventually, I finally got a hold of myself and decided to hold some of the pictures in one of my old shoebox.
"It alright Alexander, it just someone pulling a sick prank on you," I told myself before paying to the television once again. I couldn't shake this feeling well knowing that someone manages to take a photo of me just from far away from my apartment. Though I didn't think too much of it as before as I slowly fall asleep on the couch for the rest of the night.
