Chapter 7: Predator

For the past few weeks, I've felt sick. I felt ashamed, at what I'd done. I felt sick at how I'd felt ABOUT what I'd done.

For the first time in my life, my mom seemed to realize something was wrong with me. That's a first….and probably a last.

"What's up with you?"

I looked up from the table where I sat.

"What? Nothing. What makes you think there's something wrong?"

She looked worried, for once.

"You haven't eaten a thing for the past two days, you're going to get sick. You've been unusually quiet lately, even more than you were before."

I didn't feel like talking to her about how I felt about killing someone, so I got up and walked out of the house. I needed fresh air.

I walked down the sidewalk of my street. Thinking. That's all I could do. I couldn't talk to anyone about it.

It seemed that ever since my birthday, I had violent thoughts. And urges. So many urges, to…to cause pain.

I don't know what it is, but something is happening to me, and I was afraid that I would become something much worse than I am now.

I felt stranger outside than I did inside. When I started my walk, I began to feel…different.

I felt the same way I did two weeks ago, when that man was watching me.

I kept looking over my shoulder.

I noticed someone watching me. He was across the street, and away a few feet, but he WAS following me, I could feel it.

The man, somewhat, resembled the man from my dream. He had long black hair, and he was in a black jumpsuit.

No knife, though. He was unarmed. Could it be the same man?

Was that dream a sign of something bad about to happen?

Wherever I went, he went. But he stayed far behind.

I was afraid, that one, I would kill him, or two, he'd kill me….

He then, began to move closer, so I began to move farther away.

But still, he closed in on me. I stopped, I had no weapon, and this man was too big for me to choke.

One thought crossed my mind: I was fucked.

He was slow, if I wanted to, I could've escaped by now, but something told me to stay.

He finally stopped, about eight feet away from me. I turned to him, his and my eyes were focused on each other's.

He turned around and walked away.

I should have let him go.

I should have.

But I didn't.

BIG mistake….

R/R please, Zach. Who here likes my foreshadowing skills?