Innocence Interrupted 7

As soon as I woke up, I knew somebody was watching me. Who, I wasn’t sure, but there was definitely someone in my room with me. Have you ever just felt somebody watching you? You couldn’t see them, just had this since of some ones gaze upon you. That’s exactly what I felt.

I pretended to sleep, not wanting to move, or let on that I was fully awake and aware. I couldn’t exactly tell what time it was, but I knew that it was still dark outside. Meaning, everyone was home, just sleeping. How in the hell did they get in here???! Whoever “they” were. I slowly, oh so slowly, peeked over the comforter that was thrown across me clear up to my neck. I was starting to sweat, a cold, cold, sweat. My eyes clashed with the bright green ones belonging to one person. Art.

I sat up, quick as a mongoose, and stared directly at him. “ What the fuck do you want?” I whispered harshly. Art looked completely calm and mellow, sitting on the nightstand beside my bed. His face was expressionless, and his foot was swinging back and forth.

“Watching you.” He replied. His voice made me cringe, and I was suddenly the same girl I was that one night. That one terrifying night.

“Well, get out NOW. Or I will call the cops.” I said. Even though I tried to act tough, and non-affected by his appearance, I couldn’t help the wobble to my voice, and the shaking of my clammy hands.

He smiled slowly, and stood up. I sat up straighter, prepared to scream my lungs out if he touched me.

“Tell nobody I was here, or I swear to god, I will kill your family. And then you.” He walked out, shutting my door on the way, and left the apartment. After I had caught my breath, I stood up, walked to the door, and made sure it was locked, so Art, or anyone else, couldn’t get in. I should call the cops. I should tell someone. But I was afraid he would go through with his threat. I’ll just have to keep my mouth shut, and be careful with what I say around people. I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, and took a long swig, trying to calm my rushing blood.

Once I had calmed down enough, I returned to my room, and snuggled under the covers. I wasn’t able to go back to sleep, so all night, I tossed and turned, replaying everything that had gone on in the past few days in my head. Trax. Just thinking about him made me want to talk to him. But I can’t. Because I’m a screw up. Finally, at about 9 in the morning I fell into a light sleep.