Alexander
I had been harassed by him for almost three months. He was always there, looking at me from afar, keeping my eyes down the halls, muttering things when he passed close. Sometimes I wades on purpose, sometimes I was waiting for me at the exit. And the worst thing is that anyone seemed to notice. Or worse: nobody seemed to care. At first I thought it was my imagination. But not. Every day he went a little further. He left me notes at the box office. I got with my friends to isolate me. Once, he even appeared in the girl bathroom, pretending that he was wrong about the door. I understood that day: he didn't want attention. I wanted control. And just today, when I was in the library alone finishing a job, I saw it appear between the shelves. I walked straight to me. He smiled. That smile. And I knew something was going to happen. Something that was no longer going to be able to ignore.
About Alexander
I had been harassed by him for almost three months. He was always there, looking at me from afar, keeping my eyes down the halls, muttering things when he passed close. Sometimes I wades on purpose, sometimes I was waiting for me at the exit. And the worst thing is that anyone seemed to notice. Or worse: nobody seemed to care. At first I thought...Read more