Gerard pov.





"Bye guys." I nervously wave as Syn and Zacky step out of the door.
"You sure you're ok?" Syn asks and I nod, taking a nervous gulp.
"Yeah, I should be ok." I breathe out heavily.
"Ok." Zacky says, with a look on his face telling me he doesn't believe me. I know he doesn't, why would he? I'm a horrible liar, and my face is as white as it would be if I'd have seen a ghost.
"Just know we're here if you need us, just give either one of us a text." He places a hand on my shoulder and then walks out of the door with Syn.
"Thanks guys." I shout as they walk to their car and Syn smiles before opening the door on the drivers side and getting in, pulling out of the driveway. I close the door behind me, and then rest my head on the cool material of the door.

My head is now pounding with a headache and it feels as if the world is spinning around me. I slam my fist on the door and then lift my head off of the door, at an attempt to calm down.
"You're going to be fine." I tell myself. "You're going to be fine." I fix the bottom of my shirt and walk into the kitchen, rummaging through the cupboards for a glass to get myself a cup of water.

I then take my glass and bring it upstairs with me to my room. I can see the glass visibly shaking in my hands, the water slightly moving as my hand trembles in grasp of the glass. It's like in those dinosaur movies when they're near, the water shakes. That's like whats happening with my hand right now. The condensation on the outside of the glass cools my hands and visibly relaxes me. I walk into my room and shut the door behind me, trying to close off all worries with the shut of a door.

"Mom and Dad are going to be home in an hour its all gonna be-" I start, but am cut off when I see a figure standing behind me in the mirror. I can feel my pulse quicken and my palms become sweaty. My glass that I was once holding slips out of my hands and I can feel my hand reach for the doorknob.
"W-what are you doing here...again?" I stutter and he smiles at me, his fingers sliding over the broken glass from the now broken cup I dropped. What is wrong with this kid?
"Remember." He says as he continues to slide his fingers over the glass, his eyes seeming to be infatuated with the sharp shards. "I only come out when you're alone." He finishes and his eyes dart to mine. Those traumatizing hazel eyes again. The ones I can just get lost in.
"Why?" I ask, my hands trembling even more.
"Because." He walks closer to me, each step slow and emphasizing. "I don't want anyone else, but your pretty little face to see me." His face turns towards me and I can see the infatuation deep in his eyes. Why is he following me? Why me out of everybody?
"Why me?" He continues to step towards me and then stops when he gets as close as possible.
"You'll find that out yourself. I won't need to tell you, trust me. You'll find out on your own soon enough." He smiles and walks over to my bed and sits down. God this kid is creepy.

When he sees my frightened expression his softens. I'm surprised as the look on his face actually makes him look like a human being. Thats weird.
"Hey." He says almost soothingly. His words make my muscles less tense. "Why are you so scared of me?" His words almost sound hurt, but then he attempts to regain his frightening composure.

"I- I'm not scared." I lie, defensively.
"Yes you are." He pushes, a smirk taking over his slightly chiseled features. "You're holding onto the doorknob like your life depends on it." He gestures to my trembling hand on the doorknob. I quickly let go of it, pretending like that didn't happen.

He gets up from the bed and walks near me again, and once again I grab the doorknob in defense.
"What do you think I'm going to do to you?" He asks, a hurt tone taking over his voice once again.
"I- I don't know."
"Yes, you do. Please tell me." He almost begs me, a pleading look in his eyes. I decide not to argue and just open my mouth.
"I mean, you are kind of stalking me, and I don't know I guess I just thought you were going to hurt me."

Silence.

"You're not...right?" I ask, my voice shaking with fear about what his answer will be.
"I don't know." He says, looking over at me and smiling. I can feel my heart stop. "I kind of like you, Gerard." He smirks and then sits down again on the bed.

I look down and a sudden burst of courage takes over me and I decide to do something.
"Frank." I say, trying out his name he told me before. He doesn't seem to look angry, so I decide that it's ok to address him by his name.
"Yeah?"
"I- I was just wandering um..how you keep getting in here."
"Like I said, I have my ways." He smirks, and takes a stand of my hair and twirls it between his fingers. I can't help but feel traumatized by the way his thin and delicate fingers hold the dark strand and how he so effortlessly twirls the greasy piece of hair. When he catches me staring he smirks and I look down, my face red, I can tell. God, I hate when I blush its the worst. It's even worse to know that you're blushing because of your own stalker.

I can hear footsteps entering the house and I freeze.
"I think thats my cue to leave." Frank says, before letting go of the strand and jumping out of the window. Wow, he really is weird.

When he reaches the ground, he turns around and gives me a smirk before running off into the woods behind my house.

The scary thing is, I can't help but hope that my stalker returns tomorrow.

Notes

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