She could remember perfectly how they'd first met, though she always had to wonder if it was just her, if she was the crazy one.
Chapter Two: Tangled Web
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. Life had a funny way of treating people. She dreamed her way through it.
She filed her nails, a nervous habit.
People came and went and she'd just smile sweetly. They didn't know. They'd never know.
She smiled.
She sighed in relief. The last thing she needed was to get caught by her again. She'd had way too many close calls, and that girl was way too suspicious for her own good.
Things were going well, and she would not risk it.
No one noticed when she got home. No one ever did. She liked it that way. It made things easier.
She crept past the family room and smiled when she made it to her room. Nobody ever went in there; she'd made it clear to them not to.
Smiling she pulled out her lunch and ate.
It was dark out. That was fine; darkness didn't pose any threat to her. There were plenty of people around; that was good.
She looked around, trying to find the person she'd be meeting. There he was. She smiled. Good. Everything was going well. She'd never been stood up before and didn't think she ever would, save for illness, injury, or death.
Smiling, she approached him. They talked and laughed for about ten minutes, then went back to his place.
Someone was watching her. As the nights went on, she grew more and more sure of it.
It was that psycho girl; she was sure of it.
She hated dreaming. Everything came back to her when she dreamed. That night…She wanted that night to be erased. She wanted it gone!
Shivering, she slowly fell asleep.
Nothing. There was never anything. Not a smile, a laugh, not any hint that her presence was felt. All she could do was sleep. She never woke and she hated her for it. She didn't want to be alone.
"You really shouldn't be out this late." The voice said.
Damn that girl! "Look who's talking." Nothing. She could never get a response out of her.
"As I said, you shouldn't be out this late." She stared. "It isn't safe."
Isn't safe? The idea of it almost made her laugh. Of course it was safe, it was always safe! For her anyway…
"You should stop."
"What are you talking about?" She asked innocently.
The older girl frowned. "What you're doing."
"What am I doing?"
The other slipped back into the shadows.
It was quiet at home. That was the way she liked it. No one ever bothered her. She hated being bothered.
And that girl was bothering her.
I know it's not too long, but I tend to write short chapters. If I try to drag them out they might kind of…drag. And there'd be unneeded angst.