The Stalker In Red

I left my brother's house and walked down the street.

Then, I felt like being watched after I walked a few blocks away from my brother's house. I might just be paranoid again.

Should I come back to my house and take the remaining medications I have left and maybe go find a psychiatrist in the city? Or should I wean them off?

Perhaps to take twice or more than the usual dose to at least make myself feel better and forget all this?

I looked around and saw no one suspicious. But I kept looking anyway.

"Hello, Klei."

I turned around and saw Sharon.

"Sharon? Are you here to threaten me with a knife and force me to be your boyfriend again? You know being kidnapped by you and tortured almost to death isn't going to do anything, right?"

She smiled, "Oh, you know me so well. No, I'm not here to threaten you with a knife or torture you, I am here to apologize."

"For what?"

"For everything I've done to you, for hurting you, for being an asshole."

I looked at her suspiciously, she might just be manipulating me again, as usual.

Each time I give her a chance, she promises to change but she never does. She just wants to keep stabbing me but barely keeps me alive just so she doesn't have to lose me.

She's sick in the head, by her appearance she already does look like a shady looking crazy person or a lost cat.

She even carved her name into my chest with a blade, "Sharon" on the area of my chest where the heart is supposed to be. She's a psycho.

"I don't know why I did that, I just did it because I was mad at you. And I was also drunk."

"That's enough, I know you're not really sorry for what you did, and I don't want to hear it anymore. I know you're not sorry, and I don't believe you.

I don't want to hear any of your lies, or manipulations, and I don't want to listen to you anymore. Go away, leave me alone."

"Please, Klei, please don't be angry with me, I am sorry. Please forgive me, I am so very sorry."

"Go away!"

She suddenly went catatonic, completely dissociated where she just stood there and stared at me with those crazy eyes glaring down at me, gazing into my very soul, as if she wanted it.

"Klei, I love you so much, I love you so much. I am so sorry for what I've done to you. I am so sorry for everything I have ever said to you. I am so sorry, I love you so much, I love you so much."

She is insane. I am not falling for this. This is all an act. She's just acting like the victim to get me to fall for her again.

Her hands turned into clenching fists and I knew I had to snap some senses in her by slapping her on the face with the back of my hand.

Once I did, she didn't snap back to reality, she actually enjoyed me slapping her.

And I felt even more intimidated by this reaction. She was grinning wild and by the looks of it, she fell in love with me even more.

And that's when she snapped and pulled out a knife, hysterically laughing and attempted to stab me in a back handle position. That's when I pulled out my own knife quickly and parried it.

I was able to disarm her and grabbed her wrists, twisting her arms behind her back and putting her in a full arm lock, while holding the knife with the other hand.

"Look, Sharon... I love you too, but this is not how it's meant to be."

"It is how it should be! And must be! This is our love!!!"

"This is not love, this is obsession, this is insanity. This is what you are. I don't know what's wrong with you, but it's time to go now. I'm tired of playing with you."

She laughed hysterically as she used her other arm to grab her secondary knife that was hidden under the sleeve of her hoodie and attempted to stab me, however I was too quick and jumped away quickly from her, but still facing her.

She then ran towards me and attempted to stab me with the knife, I ducked down and rolled away from her, but she kept running after me.

I was too slow and she managed to stab me in the leg, but I was able to get away from her and run faster, as I heard her laughing madly.

I was running as fast as I could, trying to escape her, but she was gaining on me. I tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and fell to the ground.

She got close to me and put a beautiful napkin onto my mouth and nose which I passed out. It was chloroform.

She picked me up and carried me to the back seat of her car and drove off, and I was out cold.

I woke up inside a room with a table and chairs. She sat me down on the chair and brought out a glass of water, then gave me some pills to swallow.

"This again? I can't keep doing this." I said to her,

"I know, but you need to. You're going to have to take these every day for the rest of your life. It's a medication for your condition."

"Condition? What condition?"

"You have Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), a type of Multiple Personality Disorder."

"How the hell did you know that? Where did you get this info from?"

"I read it in your medical records."

"You read my medical records? How?"

"Your brother let me into his house."

"My brother? He's easy to manipulate, no wonder why he let you inside." I glanced over the kitchen sink,

"Wait, is that my toothbrush?! Have you been using it? No wonder why it was lost, and all of my other missing items in my bedroom!"

"I thought you would be happy that I found it."

"No, I am not happy at all. I am not even sure if I should trust you anymore."

"I am sorry, I am really sorry. Please love me! WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME?!" She shouted in distress as she grabbed the collar of my shirt. But I was not threatened by this. I've gotten used to it.

I grabbed her wrists, twisted them and held them down on the table.

"I don't want to hurt you, I am not a murderer, I only wanted to help you, to make things right."

"As if! You killed those people in broad daylight when they were innocent. I knew it wasn't your split personality, it was just you all along doing it consciously just to get out of your father's leash, daddy's boy~."

"You don't understand. My father has been abusing me since I was a child."

She snapped back to reality and actually felt bad for me by the look of her eyes and facial expression. That's when this time, I knew she wasn't fooling me, I know her too well.

I released her from the lock of my arms on hers, "Sit down, I think there are things you're not telling me..." I got up from her and sat down.

She sat down as well, "I was abused by my parents, that's why I killed them."

"Sharon... oh god... is that why you're like this?" I sighed and put my index finger and thumb onto my forehead,

"Look, I'll help you. If you promise me to be good, I'll give you the right treatment, I'll even use my own money to help you with therapy. We'll heal together, alright?

I didn't want to get therapy at first, but I will help you and myself. We'll go through this dark path together, what do you say?

As long as you behave... and you don't do anything crazy."

She smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Klei. It's a deal!"

"Now will you release me? I won't tell no one about this... and I will help you, alright?"

She released me from the hold of her arms and I stood up. I then took out a pen and paper and wrote something down.

"Here, take this note. It's my phone number."

"Oh, don't worry! I already have your phone number. I'm your stalker after all."

"Guess I should have anticipated that."

She giggled and I left her house and went back home where I smoked a cigarette. Where did she even get those pills she tried to give me anyway?

I think they're sleeping drugs just so she could rape me in my sleep again. Or probably put me back in that damned basement and she tells people I went missing... or she tries to kill me again and claims I committed suicide.