Part 1

It started raining when I was walking so I began to run, when something fast and blurry crossed my path. "Oh my gosh!" I almost yelled as I fell to the ground. Honestly, you can't really blame me, as we both know I'm really clumsy. I got up, blinked and when I opened my eyes, the rain had stopped.

Everything around me felt really creepy after that, but I tried to ignore that feeling, that, that part of me. That part of me telling me something really bad was about to happen. There was dust and dirt all over me, and once I brushed it off, I realized I had opened the blood-gushing cut on my knee when I fell. After that, I turned around to look for blood on the ground, but, there wasn't any. So I just started walking again.

I got the feeling that someone was watching me, which I know is cliché but that's how I felt. Then I stopped, dead in my tracks. I didn't want to, but I did. It was like something made me stop. Then, that thing ran past me again only this time, on my right.

I decided to take a shortcut through the forest. I don't know why but I just wanted to get home. I was on edge the entire time; I was just trying my best to get out of the woods, both figuratively and literally. I tripped again and fell right on my open wound. I turned over and was to petrify to move because that time, I could have sworn someone pushed me.

I got my phone and called 911, but before I even got a chance to dial the second 1, someone slapped my hand. My phone went flying. Suddenly I realized, I had no light, and no way to communicate. With anyone! I wasn't using the light any way, but I was counting on the street lights to guide me. When all but one went out. The one I was under. I stood up and limped to the light post. I leaned against it too afraid to move out of the light. It was almost comforting until I saw something move, again.

I stood up a bit more and tried to adjust myself. That didn't work. I closed my eyes and wished it was all a dream. When I opened my eyes, it got closer. It flew across the ground only 2 feet away from me. I closed my eyes again and even wished harder. I couldn't bring myself to open them again. I couldn't bring myself to see what dangers were in front of me. When, I heard a voice. "Hello..." a cunning voice that was almost familiar, but that feeling didn't last long. Then, all I felt was piercing sensation on my neck. I screamed, and i passed out. I don't remember anything else.

Ever since then, I've had the same night terror, and no other dreams since. I also Two scars on my neck. It looks like someone stabbed me with two pencils, about 3-4 cm apart. Every so often a man comes to check on me, he hasn't told me anything about him. He hasn't even told me his name! It's always the same thing though; he'd bring me chocolate and coke and tell me to eat the chocolate, then he'd ask me how I feel and I'd say tired, since I usually am when he comes and then he'd tell me to get some sleep. When I wake up, he tells me to drink the coke. He comes 2 or 3 times every 2 weeks. I think he really cares about me...

It's odd, though, because, I dream about him, and I, I don't have night terrors when he's with me, just have the same dream. Just the same old dream, about, him. It's also like I know him from something, or even, somewhere. Like he gets more and more familiar every time I see him. 'Chuckle' that's crazy right? Where would I know him from? Anyway, until next time, Jealousy Journal.

I put the book down and look at sweet, Emery's face. I love watching her sleep. She's just so peaceful. "That's everything you wrote about me? I don't even know what to say!" I kind of whisper sarcastically. "I'll read more later..."I continue aloud before biting her neck. I lift my head and look at her once more. "You'll know one day 'mon amour',"

I kiss her forehead and, and look at her one last time, before jumping out her open window. I look up and remember the note I left her, leaning against the can of coke. "Drink this and take it easy for the rest of the day, I'll come back soon." Then my signature. Course, she won't be able to read my, century old signature...