Chapter 2
Alissa struggled a minute and whipped her head around to see her attacker. She let out a sigh of relief to see it was her friend Tyson.
He laughed and let go of her waist.
"Tyson!" she yelled at him, "What are you doing?" her anger rose in her throat and she was about to explode into a stream of accusations when he poked her in the stomach. He always did that when he knew she was mad. He liked to bug her, and she hated being poked in the stomach.
"Stop it!" she said but she smiled a little.
"Did I scare you?" he asked. Alissa had dated Tyson in grade nine but it hadn't lasted very long. They had become good friends after they broke up. They were almost like sibling, at least that's what their relationship felt like to Alissa.
"No," she lied.
Tyson smirked and started walking down the sidewalk to her house. Alissa couldn't understand why no one took the stalker she had seriously. He had tried to kill her for goodness sake! Why did they all act like it was a big joke? Tyson had known about Vincent. He was the one who saved her from him, but still he tried to freak her out by grabbing her from the bushes..and putting notes in her locker?
"It was you wasn't it?" she asked stopping to glare at him.
"What?" he asked frowning. He turned to look at her. He looked genuinely confused but he was a good actor.
"You put the note in my locker," she said.
"What note?" he asked innocently.
Alissa faltered for a minute, she started to doubt that it was him.
"The.poem," she said slowly.
"Uh, no," he said, "What are you talking about?"
"Nevermind," she said. She didn't want to get into it with him. She believed he didn't write the note. He might do some things but he knew how much those notes had scared her, he wouldn't do that. Natalie, it must have been her.
"Hey, where's your skateboard?" Alissa asked. Tyson was the skater guy type, he liked punk music and his brown hair was longer, almost covering his blue eyes. Alissa still thought he was good looking, but she didn't really think of him in that way anymore.
"You'll never guess what happened," he said.
"What?" Alissa asked.
"I put it in my locker this morning, my new one, the one I just got?" he said.
Alissa nodded. She knew Tyson had saved his money for a while to get that new skateboard, he even he a professional artist draw some pictures on the bottom of the deck.
"When I got back from English, I found it in my locker, in two pieces," he said.
"What?" she asked in shock. She was surprised he wasn't angrier or at least annoyed. He had loved that skateboard, "How did that happen?"
"I don't know!" Tyson said throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.
"I'm sorry Ty, I know you loved that thing," she said.
"I did," he said sadly, "I guess I'll just have to start saving again,"
"I'll see you tomorrow Ty," Alissa said when they got to her house. He waved and continued down the street.
Two strange things had happened today and they made her feel like she had gone back in time. When Vincent was stalking her she had gotten notes like the one she found today all the time. She always burning them and flushed them down the toilet. To find one now, was just..creepy. For some reason Alissa felt like the note and Ty's broken skateboard were connected. She had no reason to think that but she did.
"Hi honey," her mom said when she got inside.
"Hey mom," she said. Mrs. Norman was a stay at home mom. After she had her son, Jeremy seven years ago she just never got around to going back to work. Jeremy was Alissa's half brother. They had different fathers. Alissa really liked her stepfather, Nick. He had never been anything but perfectly nice to her. He didn't act like she was unwanted or anything. He was just like a father to her. Her real father had died when she was only six. She didn't remember much about him but she did miss him very much.
"This cam in the mail for you," her mom said handing her a purple envelope. Alissa took it and headed up to her room to start on her homework. She threw her bag onto the bed and sat down. She tore open the envelope. Inside was a purple piece of paper. She hesitated before unfolding it. Oh, don't be silly, she thought, its just paper. She unfolded it and found another note:
You might think I'm dead
In my eternal bed
But it is not true
I'm still watching you
Alissa trembled in fear. This couldn't be happening. Vincent had to be dead. He had drowned in the pool across the street. She saw him floating there. Tyson saw him floating there. Was he watching her right now? Was he stalking her again? Alissa didn't think she could handle that fear again.
Suddenly there was a tapping at the window. She froze in terror. He used to tap at her window at night, while she slept. Was it him again?
Alissa struggled a minute and whipped her head around to see her attacker. She let out a sigh of relief to see it was her friend Tyson.
He laughed and let go of her waist.
"Tyson!" she yelled at him, "What are you doing?" her anger rose in her throat and she was about to explode into a stream of accusations when he poked her in the stomach. He always did that when he knew she was mad. He liked to bug her, and she hated being poked in the stomach.
"Stop it!" she said but she smiled a little.
"Did I scare you?" he asked. Alissa had dated Tyson in grade nine but it hadn't lasted very long. They had become good friends after they broke up. They were almost like sibling, at least that's what their relationship felt like to Alissa.
"No," she lied.
Tyson smirked and started walking down the sidewalk to her house. Alissa couldn't understand why no one took the stalker she had seriously. He had tried to kill her for goodness sake! Why did they all act like it was a big joke? Tyson had known about Vincent. He was the one who saved her from him, but still he tried to freak her out by grabbing her from the bushes..and putting notes in her locker?
"It was you wasn't it?" she asked stopping to glare at him.
"What?" he asked frowning. He turned to look at her. He looked genuinely confused but he was a good actor.
"You put the note in my locker," she said.
"What note?" he asked innocently.
Alissa faltered for a minute, she started to doubt that it was him.
"The.poem," she said slowly.
"Uh, no," he said, "What are you talking about?"
"Nevermind," she said. She didn't want to get into it with him. She believed he didn't write the note. He might do some things but he knew how much those notes had scared her, he wouldn't do that. Natalie, it must have been her.
"Hey, where's your skateboard?" Alissa asked. Tyson was the skater guy type, he liked punk music and his brown hair was longer, almost covering his blue eyes. Alissa still thought he was good looking, but she didn't really think of him in that way anymore.
"You'll never guess what happened," he said.
"What?" Alissa asked.
"I put it in my locker this morning, my new one, the one I just got?" he said.
Alissa nodded. She knew Tyson had saved his money for a while to get that new skateboard, he even he a professional artist draw some pictures on the bottom of the deck.
"When I got back from English, I found it in my locker, in two pieces," he said.
"What?" she asked in shock. She was surprised he wasn't angrier or at least annoyed. He had loved that skateboard, "How did that happen?"
"I don't know!" Tyson said throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.
"I'm sorry Ty, I know you loved that thing," she said.
"I did," he said sadly, "I guess I'll just have to start saving again,"
"I'll see you tomorrow Ty," Alissa said when they got to her house. He waved and continued down the street.
Two strange things had happened today and they made her feel like she had gone back in time. When Vincent was stalking her she had gotten notes like the one she found today all the time. She always burning them and flushed them down the toilet. To find one now, was just..creepy. For some reason Alissa felt like the note and Ty's broken skateboard were connected. She had no reason to think that but she did.
"Hi honey," her mom said when she got inside.
"Hey mom," she said. Mrs. Norman was a stay at home mom. After she had her son, Jeremy seven years ago she just never got around to going back to work. Jeremy was Alissa's half brother. They had different fathers. Alissa really liked her stepfather, Nick. He had never been anything but perfectly nice to her. He didn't act like she was unwanted or anything. He was just like a father to her. Her real father had died when she was only six. She didn't remember much about him but she did miss him very much.
"This cam in the mail for you," her mom said handing her a purple envelope. Alissa took it and headed up to her room to start on her homework. She threw her bag onto the bed and sat down. She tore open the envelope. Inside was a purple piece of paper. She hesitated before unfolding it. Oh, don't be silly, she thought, its just paper. She unfolded it and found another note:
You might think I'm dead
In my eternal bed
But it is not true
I'm still watching you
Alissa trembled in fear. This couldn't be happening. Vincent had to be dead. He had drowned in the pool across the street. She saw him floating there. Tyson saw him floating there. Was he watching her right now? Was he stalking her again? Alissa didn't think she could handle that fear again.
Suddenly there was a tapping at the window. She froze in terror. He used to tap at her window at night, while she slept. Was it him again?