Author's Note: This piece is based upon an independant book i just finished, titled Dirty Little Lies. The character I am writing in is a girl who thought she was being stalked by a boy named Ben. She was run over by a car and believes he did it, although it was not proven. She has gone a little crazy and started stalking his girfriend, desperate to get back at him, that is why this piece is a little creepy. I do not know what form this is in, it is fiction, but I changed up the regular paragrah form to make it more dramatic. I hope you enjoy anyway!
Ben.
There he is, sitting on the bench. Is he looking at me?
No.
No.
No.
don’t look back, back at his greedy eyes that stare into mine, the ones that freeze every bone in my body. I know it was him, driving the car that night, the night I slipped into a coma for three months,
all because of him.
His insane need to run me over, and how he succeeded. It was him, I know it. That silly girl doesn’t know what she is doing with him, so what if he was with her, that’s not an alibi, he had plenty of time to get in his aunt’s car and plow me down. I know he was following me,
I could feel it.
Some people think I’m insane, other’s think I’m right. Who else am I to blame for my grandfather’s death? All because my accident was too much for him to handle.
He will regret what he did.
Once I take something away from him, just like he did to me. My pride, my comfort,
Gone.
Now it’s his turn, to feel his heart beating through a bullet-proof vest. To put him away forever, so everyone is safe, so I am safe. I’ll take it, and never give it back,
His heart.
