Flower's Stalker by Taylor Collins (read aloud books .TXT) 📖

a beautiful scene. Flower realized she should have treasured it more when she was in the country. She started to miss it.

After going to collect her thoughts, and using the restroom, Flower summoned the courage to walk outside. She quickly called a cab, and it was swift to come and pick her up. Flower went home, not seeing anyone in a tented-window car drive by. She did her homework.

 

Do you go to sleep or study? 

If you go to sleep go to chapter named: 18

If you study go to chapter named: 19

08

 

08: If you chose to call out for Sandy

Flower immediately went into a panic. Not knowing what to do, she called out for Sandy, for sure she was still in the living room where she left her. There was no response.

Flower didn’t take her eyes off the door, she looked intensely at it. She couldn’t shake the feeling she was being watched. She heard a noise coming from Sandy’s bedroom after that, and she took off running to the living room. Sandy wasn’t in the living room. But where had she gone?

Then there was a scream. She knew Sandy was in her bedroom with the stalker. She very quickly ran to aid Sandy. What Flower saw was a scarred Sandy with a pocket knife drawn in defense. She looked at her, she held a note in her hand.

“H-he laid this down on the bed,” Sandy said.

Flower took the note. It read:

Flower. My love. I have long watched you. I know you must be immensely stunned by how I chose to confront you, but I fear you wouldn’t like me for who I am. I know you are scared of me. I can see that you are very frightened when I watch you. At first, you seemed like the most gorgeous girl to me. Not knowing I was watching you from afar. I find it romantic. I could go on and on about how much of an impact you have on my life by doing nothing at all. I crave you, Flower.

One day, I will get you. You will never see it coming.

Sincerely,

Your dear stalker.

 

Flower was taken aback from the contents in the letter. She had no words. Sandy was terrified. She didn’t even speak for the rest of the night, until the police questioned her. She was petrified. Then there was hope. Flower took Sandy to the living room, and called the cops.

When the police arrived, there was a big scene that Flower didn’t even remotely want. She just wanted the break-in justified.

Sandy told the officers that the intruder was tall, and wearing a ski-mask. He was dressed in all dark clothes. Sandy had just went to lay down, the lights were out, and at first, she didn’t notice him because she had her headphones in and her music blasting. Then she got a gut feeling. She turned around, and that’s when she saw him standing there in the light of her window, just staring at her. She said once she saw he was there, she reached underneath her pillow to grab the pocket knife. Before he could see it, he just gently placed a single letter addressed to Flower at the end of her bed. After her statement, Sandy remained quiet the entire time the police were there. They promised to do their best to catch the culprit. They said to call them if it happened again.

Sandy went straight back to her room, looking shocked and scared out of her mind. She said she needed to think.

Flower was also shocked. He had broken in and frightened the shit out of Sandy. Yet, Flower couldn’t quite put her finger on who it was. Sandy had said the person was tall. She was trying to think of everyone who was tall that she knew... Sebastian was tall, but maybe she just thought that because he was taller than her. She wondered if he was built as well. Sandy had never said anything about that. She would have to ask her later.

If the person was built, that would rule out Sebastian. Sebastian was slim, but not built.

Flower walked to her bedroom, and sat there on her bed. What she couldn’t do was fall asleep.

 

Do you want to study or call Sebastian? 

If you choose to study go to chapter named: 14

If you choose to call Sebastian go to chapter named: 15

09

 

09: If you chose to be as quiet as you can

Flower had decided that panicking wasn’t the best option, and crouched down low, moving her way to the living room. Before she got completely there, however, she heard a faint sound coming from Sandy’s bedroom. It was the faintest of sounds. Then she heard the sound of the window shutting. She decided that if Sandy was in there, she would have to go check it out. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and held onto it for dear life. She had the intent to kill. She snuck into the room; it was dark. However, the dark didn’t scare her as she wandered into her gloomy fate. She saw him, standing there, just staring at Sandy with something in his hand. He was wearing a ski-mask, was tall, and well built.

Flower tried to sneak up on him, but as she got close, his head snapped to her. She looked him in the eyes, and she saw lust. He grabbed her arm that was holding the knife, and another one, he put around her her mouth so she couldn’t scream. He twisted the knife out of her hand, and it fell to the floor with a thud. Flower struggled, but she was quickly knocked unconscious…

 

Sandy had her headphones in, with music turned all the way up the whole time Flower had struggled. She was laying in the other direction from them both, and had no idea. She lived her days wishing she could have helped Flower.

 

Flower was never heard of again, and to this day, no one knows what happened to her.

 

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10

 

10: If you go to sleep

Flower sighed and decided she would try to sleep. She felt like it would help. She didn’t know how long this would last, this feeling in her gut. Maybe if she went to sleep it would all be okay. She laid down, and pressed her eyes shut. Thoughts raced as she thought about what the letter contained. There was no name in the letter. Which meant she was stuck in a rut. She sighed and tried to clear her thoughts so that she could sleep. She forced her thoughts out of her head, and drifted off into a seemingly peaceful slumber, at first.

Her dream felt so real. She dreamed about Sebastian. In her dream, he followed her throughout the school without her knowing. Until an acquaintance of hers stopped her in the girls bathroom.

“I saw this strange boy following you around all day. And I mean all day, Flower,” the girl said.

Flower’s heart dropped at the words. Tension rose within her as it was clear to see on her face, that she was terrified.

“Who was it?” Asked Flower.

“I’ll point him out to you.”

They walked out of the bathroom. Flower tried to act as normal as possible when she was possibly in the sights of her stalker. She smiled at the girl when she spotted Sebastian talking to one of his friends in the hallway, seemingly unaware of her being there. The girl described him to her. She described exactly what Sebastian was wearing to Flower. Flower was staring at Sebastian the whole time.

“Oh my God,” Flower gasped. “I know him.”

She thanked the girl, and dwindled out of the view of Sebastian.

She got to her next class. There was no one in the classroom, not even the teacher. She thought she would have been safe there. However, she felt him behind her, breathing on her neck, pulling her in an embrace. She tried to let out a blood-curdling scream, but he covered her mouth with his right hand.

“Don’t worry. Pleasure awaits you,” he seductively whispered into her ear. Then he stabbed her.

Flower awoke, sitting up in bed without a scream. It felt so real. She gulped down air as she tried to calm herself down. The question lingered in her head. Was Sebastian the stalker? 

It was completely dark. Flower let her eyes adjust to the darkness. She felt safer in it. It hid her. She got up to go pour a cup of milk.

“Hello there,” she heard from the darkness. It was a malicious voice. Startled, Flower jumped.

It was her roommate Lefty. Lefty was home early from his trip to visit his parents. Something in his voice had changed. But she could still tell it was Lefty.

Lefty looked spectacular, standing about 6ft. His black hair was about shoulder-length, and even though he was a bit shady, Flower had always had a sort of a crush on him.

“Lefty, you startled the shit out of me,” Flower let out a laugh.

Lefty said nothing, but emerged from the darkness into Flower’s view.

“That’s what I do best,” she heard the wickedness of his voice say. “That’s what I do best, my dear,” he repeated, but in a whisper Flower could barely hear.

It was odd. She wondered if Lefty knew anything about her stalker. She felt oddly safe around him for some reason now. She didn’t know why. Usually, he was coming off as shady.

Flower poured her glass of milk, and sat at the table to drink it. She took a big gulp, and felt as if she wanted to die.

“Is something wrong, my dearest?” Lefty asked. He was obviously studying her. She hung her head.

“There’s just one problem,” she said. He looked at her with the look of suspicion. He looked at her, keeping an