I never meant for it to come to this. But I never expected this, never wanted it. He was always there, always. I'd be out and I could see him there. Not in plain sight, but out of the corner of my eye. A lurking shadow I couldn't quite make out. His eyes, though. I knew his eyes were on me. Staring passionately, obsessively, possessively. If I'd known what the future held from the very beginning, I would have told them, anyone really. He was just a bug on my windshield then, insted of the knife in my heart he is now.
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A Week Before
Catherine walked into the room confidently, even though her eyes had tiring lines and her smile seemed more forced than at ease. Sara looked up at her, coffee in hand. "Going home?" Catherine nodded, grabbing her things from the breakroom.
"Home, shower, bed." Sara chuckled, either from her subtle humor or from all the caffeine she was digesting.
"Yeah, well, tell Lindsey I said hi." Catherine didn't respond, simply walked out with a quick wave. Her warm bed at home was calling her, beckoning for her to fall into it. Especially since the night air outside the Lab seemed so chilly. She shivered and pulled her black leather jacket closer to her, not only because of the temperature. But because she felt something odd about being in the dark, something made the hairs on her neck stand. Catherine slowly creaked her head behind her, sensing another presence. She felt eyes on her back, on her face, on her body. She looked down and stared at her feet, briskly walking and counting steps. 1, 2, 3, 4, She reached her black Tahoe just in time, and began to breathe normally again. The keys fumbled in her hands and she gasped when she opened the car door. On the front seat sat a large boquet of red roses, and a single note which read: "Drive home safely. I'll be watching." Catherine looked around her, suddenly knowing why she'd felt watched. But there was nothing in the pitch blackness that she could see, and she eventually gave up and raced off in her car.