I sat in the clearing of the woods. Just and open space, no trees, no flowers. Just dry dirt covered in pine needles, and now blood. I sat there staring at my hands. They were soaked in blood. I was paralyzed by fear, and disgust.
I had killed him. I turned toward his body. I couldn’t look for long before the disgust had taken over. I had killed someone. I had to. It was self defense.
I sat in that clearing thinking about the horror I had faced the past three days. John had never struck me as someone who would hurt me. He seemed like a normal guy in the crowd. I guess we are all a little cracked though. It wasn’t until last Monday that I realized he was a little off.
I began to notice him staring at me all the time in class. Not the kind of “I like so when you look I will look away shyly” kind of look but the “Just try and say no to me” kind of look. John and I had three classes together and every class he would do the same. It continued for the next two weeks. Then I began to notice him outside of school. I would see him walk by my work at least three or four times a shift. Then last Monday I saw him outside of my house. Staring into my window from the street.
And so it went on. He would stare at me in class, walk by my work, stare into my bedroom. I started to get a little nervous. Then last Tuesday he began to call me. Every hour that he couldn’t see me. He would say the weirdest things to me like “I want you to be my barbie” or “I wish I could just be inside of your skin feeling everything you feel.” Sometimes he wouldn’t say anything he would just be breathing heavily then make some choked sound and hang up. It was terrible but I knew what he was doing during those calls.
Things couldn’t continue this way anymore my parents were out of town and I needed to be sure I was safe. On Tuesday I confronted him. I pulled him aside after class one day and told him that however flattering his feelings for me were it needed to stop. John didn’t like this idea. He looked at me dead in the eye and said “I will make you my doll, you will be my barbie.”
The next day John wasn’t in school. He didn’t pass by my work. He wasn’t outside of my house. One would think this would be comforting, but for me it was worse. What was john planning. The next at school things began to get horrible. The cops were surrounding the school. I ran into my best friend and asked her if she knew what was going on. She pulled me by the hand and lead me to the girls bathroom. She sat me down and told me that last night my ex-boyfriend was murdered.
I felt sick. I knew it was John who killed him. I looked at my best friend and told her about John and how he had been following me and calling me. Then I told her what he had said to me on Tuesday. She asked me if I had told anyone. I hadn’t I was to scared. She told me I had to tell the police. So we did. I told them everything I knew. I wasn’t to be alone until John was caught.
That night I got a text from John. It said to look outside. My best friend was asleep next to me. I woke her up and showed her the message. We both went to the window. We didn’t see anything. My phone buzzed again. “Not that window”. We walked out of my room and to the hallway window that faces the back yard. We saw john running into the woods behind my house.
We called the police and they searched the woods but they didn’t find anything. Thursday came. Nothing happened. Not even during the night. I thought maybe the police had caught him, but when I talked to them on Friday they said they hadn’t.
That night My best friend stayed with me again. Everything was pretty quiet until about midnight. I heard footsteps downstairs. My parents were still out of town until Sunday. I woke up my best friend.
“I hear something down stairs.” I said to her. She listened the footsteps began again.
“I hear them too.” she said to me. We sat on my bed frozen with fear. My phone buzzed. “look out your window.” I walked over the window and fell to my knees. The officers that were investigating John were laying dead in front of my house. The footsteps began again but now they were coming up the stairs. My friend grabbed me and dragged me to my closet we got in and shut the door. I stared through the crack and watched. John opened the door. He walked through my room, walked to my bed and ran his fingers over my bed sheets. He looked at the closet.
“I know you guys are in there.” He walked over to the closet and opened it. He had a knife in his hand. He grabbed my best friend and stabbed her in the shoulder then in the stomach. He threw her on the bed and started for me. I kicked him in the chest and ran downstairs. He was after me. As I ran out the back door he grabbed my shirt. He had me long enough to stab me in the back of my shoulder. I threw my leg back into him as I screamed and ran into the woods behind my house.
He chased me further and further into them, then I lost him. I ran into the clearing. I looked around I couldn’t see him. Then I heard him
“I don’t know why you are running I just want to make you beautiful. I just want us to be together. My barbie, my beautiful doll.” He was behind me. I turned around. He came into the clearing and ran at me. He pushed me on to the ground and began to strangle me. There was a rock near my hand. I grabbed it and smashed it into his head. He screamed in pain.
“Don’t you understand that I love you?” He screamed. I didn’t care I just grabbed the rock and began smashing and smashing. There was blood everywhere. John was no longer moving. He was finally dead. I sat there until I remembered my friend. I ran back to my house and called an ambulance. She was ok but she will be in the hospital for a while. As for me I no longer had to worry about John, I did however have to spend the rest of my life with those memories. I still shake every time my phone buzzes. I will never be the same.