• I stare at the page, well aware that it's blank and yet my fingers don't itch, they don't spring upon the numerous pens that lie so carelessly scattered across my desk because i have no will to write. Even as my mind buzzes with thoughts, ideas! I can not get them out, not now! Not like this!
    He's been watching me again. I can feel it! I know I'm not crazy!! It's those eyes, those blood red eyes. I don't ever have to see them, to know they are watching; always watching. At first I thought I was imaginating things, because I'm plain so what guy would stare with such intensity at me of all people? Then came the letters and I knew I wasn't imagining it, but could they really had been from him? No, I told myself that they were probably some smart arsed kid's idea of a joke or from someone just as plain as me because after all, that's all i could ever hope for out of life. So I ignored them, I think that's what really pissed him off the most. After all that's what made him get off his arse, to actually come over and talk to me.
    Of course, that I hadn't expected. I mean who would? Though secretly, deep down I'd hoped and I can't really say why? But it was too late to change anything, I couldn't walk away because from the moment I stared into his blood red eyes my fate was sealed...

    Not that I really have regrets, it just would have been nice if fate cared a rat's arse about how anyone else would feel! You know, if it would asked before it simply decided for you - 'Oh hey he's lived a long life, he can die now..' For one thing it isn't fair and whatever happened to this 'Free Will' crap people love to shove down your throat, as if it's real!? Like some kind of fairytale! HA!

    So hear I am, the captive of some twisted mind game and all because he's an arrogant arse hole and I won't let him win!!!!!!!!!!!!!