Song: The Stalker Song by Bella Hemming

"I am a monster. I am the Son of Sam. I love to hunt."­-David Berkowitz

February 3rd, 2014

My head throbbed and I quivered. "I hate Mondays." I groaned and slammed the alarm clock on my bedside table. My bed was warm and it made me reluctant to stand up and prepare for work. I pulled the rumpled sheets over my head.

Ten minutes into my sleep, the alarm clock rang again from somewhere on the table. I blindly searched for it. After I found it, I turned it off. Stupid alarm clock...disturbing my sleep.

I yanked off the cold sheets, and swung both legs over the bed, placing them on the cold floor. My aching body screamed at me as I lifted it from the bed, but I ignored it and walked to the bathroom to perform my morning rituals.

With my eyes not fully opened, searching for my medicine cabinet felt like eternity. That was the only place I kept aspirin. Cold shower ended up being the cure to my sleepiness.

Papers were scattered all over my work desk. That weekend had been busy for me; a lot of my projects had their deadline approaching. I meticulously arranged the papers and put them in my file; I didn't want my designs to get squeezed.

My next destination was the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator door. "Goddamn, I'm out of food again." I slammed the refrigerator door in a fit of pique making the contents shake.

At least I had coffee. With my cup of coffee in my hands, I sat down and took a sip. My eyes were closed as the heat warmed the inside of my body. I took a deep breath inhaling the smell. Hmm...the wonderful smell of fresh coffee. The combination of cinnamon, citrus and chocolate flavor was how I liked my coffee.

I had to stop and eat breakfast before heading to work. My plan was to check out the restaurant that opened of recent a few blocks away.

I checked my watch. "Dammit, if I don't leave now-I will be late for work."

As if a crazy dog was chasing me, I ran to my room. My wardrobe was turned upside down because I couldn't figure out what to wear. A sky-blue shirt on navy blue slacks was what I ended up wearing.

Car keys, check!

Phone, check!

Bag, check!

I locked up and got into my car. Damn, I almost forgot my wallet. The speed I entered the house and came out with, you would think I was the Flash.

A drive that was supposed to take ten minutes took thirty minutes due to New York traffic. It took me another five minutes to find a parking space. I didn't bother about wasting time. It's not like I wasn't late already.

As I pushed the door open, the bell chimed, and the smell of freshly cooked food with hints of spices, various colognes, cleaning products, and body odor greeted me. What started out nice suddenly turned unpleasant.

Couples were kissing and laughing. The screams of children made me want to leave but my stomach chose that moment to growl.

Everywhere was busy, waiters running helter-skelter trying to serve customers. I managed to find myself an empty table and sat down.

My only prayer was to be served on time. As if the heavens heard my prayer, a waiter approached.

"Hey! I was here before him," someone yelled.

"He is more handsome than you, Josh," she yelled back, but her eyes were trained on me.

She winked at me and flipped her obviously fake blond hair. The way she swung her hips as she walked over made my trousers tighten.

I was disgusted with myself. Although I found her intriguing, something in me held me back. She wasn't complete, but I couldn't figure out what was missing.

She leaned on the table in such a way I could see her cleavage. "Hey handsome, what can I get you?"

There was no way I was going to encourage her until I figured out what was amiss. Without cracking a smile, I placed my order. She huffed at my lack of interest and took my order.

She must have found someone else to flirt with because a different person brought my food, which I was grateful for. I was not in the mood to deal with her flirty ways.

I ate my food without any other disturbance. As soon as I finished, I paid and left.

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For five consecutive days, I frequented the restaurant, but I still couldn't figure out why the flirty waitress intrigued me and at the same time repulsed me.

On my sixth day, I was gradually losing hope. Not having answers was driving me crazy. My only prayer was to find answers.

As I entered the restaurant, I did a quick scan of the place, but I couldn't find her. That was unusual. The restaurant wasn't busy and I sent a thank you to God for that. I walked up to the counter.

"Hi, how may I help you?" The woman there asked with what was obviously a fake smile.

"I would like chicken and fries, please," I said. "What about that blond, flirty waitress? I haven't seen her today."

She frowned. "Are you one of her regulars?"

"Oh, gosh no! Well, I mean yes, but not in the way you think."

She arched her eyebrows.

"What I am trying to say is, she keeps flirting with me, but I try to ignore her. Right now, I don't have the strength to deal with her, I want to avoid her."

She huffed. "Well, she will be here any minute from now, and your food will soon be ready."

"Thank you."

I guess she didn't believe me, but who cared? Not me.

It took me another twenty minutes to finish eating and she had still not arrived. There was no way I would sit around waiting for her. I had things to do and places to be.

The doorbell chimed behind me as I left the restaurant.

"Mommy, who is my daddy? I always see you with different men." I turned to see the person that spoke.

Lo and behold, the waitress stood a few feet away from me with a little boy in her arms. She looked at me, winked, and entered the restaurant, her hips slightly wiggling.

Wait! What just happened? Did she just flirt with me in the presence of her son? Right after he asked her who his father is?

There and then, everything fell into place, and I knew what I had to do. Her shift would be over by evening and I would return for her.

At about six p.m., I parked my car not too far from the restaurant and waited. I still had a clear view of people who entered and left the restaurant.

An hour later, she came out and headed in my direction. Thank God! At least I didn't have to follow her. Her son wasn't with her. I came out of my car and pretended as if I didn't see her coming.

She bumped into me.

"Sorry...wait! You are that cute guy from the restaurant, right?" She twirled her hair around her finger and smiled.

I smiled back. "And you are the waitress from the restaurant."

She nodded and bit one side of her lips. "What are you doing here?"

"I live close by, so I stopped to pick up some groceries for supper." I pointed to the grocery bag on the back seat of my car.

"Hmm," she said then stayed silent.

"Care to join me for supper?"

"Sure, why not. It's not like I have anything planned for tonight."

The car door was already unlocked so we both got in and I drove off.

Five minutes later, we arrived at my house.

"Wow! You have a nice house."

"Thank you."

With the grocery bag on one hand, I used the other hand to unlock the door.

"The inside is more beautiful."

"Thanks, again."

She followed me into the kitchen and helped me place the groceries in the refrigerator.

She kept looking around and touching every surface. "I would do anything to have a kitchen like this."

Be careful what you wish for. You never know when they will come true.

As she moved around, I walked up behind her, placed my left hand on her shoulder, and used my right hand to quickly inject the sodium thiopental into her bloodstream.

She immediately fell unconscious in my arms. 

"To me, this world is nothing but evil, and my own evil just happened to come out cause of the circumstances of what I was doing."-Aileen Wuornos

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