Author's Note: I don't really know how this chapter will turn out. Please
R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything mentioned here that hasn't come from my
own mind.
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Jimena stayed with Serena for a while, until she was calmed down
enough to fall asleep. Serena went to bed, hoping, praying that whoever was
stalking her would not be in her room that night. As she sat down at her
desk, she felt the sudden urge to reach for her notebook and let a poem
flow out.
I don't know who you are
Or even why you're here. When I think about you My body fills with fear. Why can't you show yourself to me? Let me know just who you are? Instead of reading all my thoughts And admiring from afar. Why do you care for me so? Why don't you just let me know? I'm sick of you invoking fear in my heart, While you read of me being torn apart. You could be the light in the dark Or the pain without an end. Reveal yourself to me And prove you are a friend.
Serena pulled back from the desk. Her head was pounding, and she could not think straight. She started feeling sick; a wave of nausea washed over her. She fled the room. She grabbed two Tylenol and went into the bathroom. She vomited just as she reached the toilet. How did I get sick like this? she thought as she lay down on the bathroom floor. As she pulled herself towards her bedroom, she could her papers rustling around in her room. She saw when she reached the room that her window was open just the slightest bit. When she looked down upon her moon amulet, she saw that it was not glowing. It could have been Stanton, but he would not have bothered to sneak in, or if he had, he would have made sure to close the window entirely. Serena fell onto her bed. She felt a sudden surge of electricity run through her room. She did not even stop to wonder what had caused such a thing to happen; instead she went over to where her poem was. One sentence was written, in the most intricate writing Serena had ever seen. "You will know soon, my love."
I don't know who you are
Or even why you're here. When I think about you My body fills with fear. Why can't you show yourself to me? Let me know just who you are? Instead of reading all my thoughts And admiring from afar. Why do you care for me so? Why don't you just let me know? I'm sick of you invoking fear in my heart, While you read of me being torn apart. You could be the light in the dark Or the pain without an end. Reveal yourself to me And prove you are a friend.
Serena pulled back from the desk. Her head was pounding, and she could not think straight. She started feeling sick; a wave of nausea washed over her. She fled the room. She grabbed two Tylenol and went into the bathroom. She vomited just as she reached the toilet. How did I get sick like this? she thought as she lay down on the bathroom floor. As she pulled herself towards her bedroom, she could her papers rustling around in her room. She saw when she reached the room that her window was open just the slightest bit. When she looked down upon her moon amulet, she saw that it was not glowing. It could have been Stanton, but he would not have bothered to sneak in, or if he had, he would have made sure to close the window entirely. Serena fell onto her bed. She felt a sudden surge of electricity run through her room. She did not even stop to wonder what had caused such a thing to happen; instead she went over to where her poem was. One sentence was written, in the most intricate writing Serena had ever seen. "You will know soon, my love."