She couldn’t sleep, something kept her awake: a noise , a feeling, a fear. She couldn’t
understand what it was. She was lying down on her bed, in her room, motionless
in the dark. Her open eyes tried to penetrate the darkness because it was where
her demons hid. All her senses were alert, looking for a sound, a movement,
anything that proved the presence of another person. The last weeks had been
difficult, especially after that strange feeling had become a concern and
finally certainty. Someone followed her. Her house was
watched. Someone spied on her movements: where she went, what she did, who she
met. Everywhere she went he was with her: always.
Sometimes she had seen him from a shop window after
she had entered. A tall and young man
with black hair and blue eyes, so
intense and penetrating to seem unreal.
He was always with her, and he knew she knew it , he knew she felt his
presence. Then there was that night in the park. She had left her home to go
jogging. Leaving the house she looked around furtively to try to see the black
figure, as she had begun to do since she had discovered the stalker. She hadn’t
seen him anywhere. She felt relieved, calmer so she started running. The sun
was setting and the light of the street lamps illuminated the path, she ran between the trees. The wind was the
only sound other than that of her footsteps. A black figure. Suddenly something
(or someone?) tried to make her fall. She remained motionless for a few seconds
which seemed hours, then she reacted and started running fast, faster and
faster.
