I was able to sense the same person the next day on my way to and from school. I had found that I was able to discern if a person was close by due to the emotions they gave off. Every emotion felt slightly different depending on who it was coming from and gave off a sort of aura about the person I guess you could say. From their aura I knew that it was the person who had followed me the previous day.
I managed to catch brief glimpses of the person following me as I went. I was being stalked by a man who from a distance looked either English or American. He followed me to the entire way to school, I don't know if they lingered outside after I had gone into school as the distance for me to sense him grew too.
After school I detected his aura and he followed me home then waited exactly one hour before leaving. Dammit, who was this guy? The uneasiness I felt from being followed only grew.
The following continued for another three days before I finally decided to confront my stalker. He was a nuisance that I'd rather do without. The stress of the dreams and the psychic abilities were already too much; I didn't need a stalker adding to it. Before leaving for school I had ensured to bring pepper spray as a form of defense in case my stalker proved to be violent when confronted.
After school I headed through the school gates and stared my journey home. Mr. Stalker of course appeared and followed me. After a while, I knelt down, pretending to tie my shoe. He paused behind. I dashed off in a sprint down the road. I sensed surprise coming from my stalker before he ran after me.
I made a sharp turn onto the next street and ducked behind a nearby car. The stalker came running after. He stopped, panting out of breath as he looked to see where I had gone. I peered from my hiding place. Able to see his face clearly, I saw that he appeared to be in his early thirties and hard short hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a grey suit with a light brown trench coat.
As I was about to jump out at him, an idea crossed my mind. Maybe I could use my abilities to see glimpses of his past. I had no control over what I saw but it was worth a shot if I could learn something about him. I would have to make sure not to hold on too long or the memories would seriously affect me.
"Who are you?" I rushed out of my hiding place and grabbed his arm.
A brief look of surprise crossed his features before he schooled it to a blank one.
"Why are you following me?" I demanded.
He struggled to get free but I refused to let go. Glimpses of his past surged through my head.
A little boy held his father's hand as they went by a flower shop to buy some for his mother.
"I don't know what you're talking about, let go" The man ordered.
The little boy I had seen was that man. I saw more visions of his childhood of him playing in the park as his parents watched and going to school.
"No, tell me who you are" I told.
The little boy, now older watched in horror as his mother and father were stabbed before his very eyes. The mugger ran as the boy screamed. His parents lay unmoving at his feet.
When that particular vision stopped I found that I had released the man, my arms hanging loosely by my sides. Tears trailed down my cheeks. The man's name was Raye Penber and he had lost his parents at the age of eleven. I felt his deep sorrow from the time it had happened and along with my own it had almost been too much for me to bear.
A few more visions streamed into my head but I ignored them.
"Hey are you alright?" He asked.
There was a concerned look on his face. Furiously, I wiped at my tears.
"Yes…I apologize for my actions, I meant no offense" I mumbled.
"Are you sure?" He put a hand on my shoulder in what I assumed was supposed to be a reassuring gesture however only caused more visions to come and for my head to start pounding. I staggered back as a wave of dizziness threatened to overwhelm me.
I saw how Penber had sought out justice for his parents' murder and had pursued an occupation in law enforcement. Due to his hard work and dedication he became an FBI agent at the top of his class.
Penber was watching me. He was still feeling some suspicion towards me however it was overshadowed by concern.
Another wave of dizziness came over me. I would have toppled over if not for Penber steadying me. I witnessed more of his memories. A few people glanced our way.
"Are you okay? Maybe you should sit down" He suggested.
The stream of his past continued flowing into my head, making it throb and my vision blurred. I backed away to break the contact. It took a moment but thankfully the visions stopped. I braced myself against a fence then slowly slid down to the ground.
"Thanks for helping me, I'm sorry for troubling you" I said.
"It's no problem, I think you should call someone to come pick you up. I'll stay with you until then" He spoke.
"I'm fine now, you don't have to stay"
"I wouldn't feel right about leaving you by yourself" He insisted.
I shook my head to refuse then regretted the action as more pain flared in my head. I clutched it tightly, my expression sure to be a grimace. Seeing so many visions had left me seriously weak and disorientated.
Penber didn't look like he was planning on leaving so I told him my mother's phone number so she could come and pick me up. I knew that my father was busy and probably be at home that night if previous days had been anything to go on.
We waited in an uncomfortable silence. I still didn't know why he'd been following me though did know form what I'd seen that he was a good, trustworthy man. I wondered if I was a suspect in some investigation. What would the FBI want with me? The more I thought about it the more ideas I came up with. The FBI were a part of the ICPO and for a FBI agent to be in Japan, something had to be up. Did it possibly have something to do with the Kira investigation? Did they think I was Kira? It was absurd however it did somewhat make sense I supposed, taking all the facts into consideration. There was no other explanation I could come up with but that could just have been due to the headache and the disorientation effecting my ability to think clearly.
"Light?" My Mother's voice brought me from my thoughts. She walked towards us and bent down slightly to talk to me on my level.
"Light how are you feeling?" She asked.
"Dizzy" I replied.
"Does you head hurt?" She wondered.
I hesitated, in my current condition I didn't think I would be able to answer.
"Light?" My Mother prodded.
I nodded.
"How long have the headaches been back? Why didn't you tell me? If you're sick you should be in bed, I'll make you a Doctor's appointment for as soon as possible" She rambled.
"You're not going to school tomorrow"
"But I have to I-"
"No" She made clear. "You're not going to school until we see the Doctor about these headaches, you've been having them frequently haven't you?" She questioned.
I felt somewhat guilty about lying to her. When she was so worried and was being so determined, arguing or lying to her was pretty pointless. I nodded my head in answer. At the very least I might be prescribed something that would help with the pain.
"Can you stand?" She asked.
I attempted to and ended up falling back down again. Penber offered to help me and with his aid I managed to get back to my feet.
"Thank you" I told him.
"Yes, thank you for looking after him" My Mother smiled.
"I was glad to be of help; I hope everything turns out alright" He said before bidding us farewell and leaving.
My Mother and I made our way home. I didn't like leaning on my mother for support but it proved to be the best method.
