Buzzkill(er)

People around the art school was so used to seeing me around by now. They just assumed I didn't have anything better to do than wander around creeping at girls or whatever the fuck they thought I did. I guess I sort off did, but it was't like that. Not at all actually. I wasn't creeping, I was just... observing. Call it a social experiment.

Clementine had come back from her friends house a bit later today. Well, "a bit". She had wandered back to her door room alone at 22:13. That was three hours and forty-two minutes.
She was wearing a short plain skirt with ripped fishnets and a Nirvana t-shirt with a knitted jacket over it. She looked cold, or I was sure she was, as you could see her breathing pattern in the air. I'm sure the cold was hurting her exposed skin.
She didn't notice me, just walked into her dormitory. She was lucky the door wasn't locked, they usually locked it at 22:00, I guess they forgot, or someone knew she was out.
I sneak into the dormitory as well, I'm not gonna follow her at once though. She needed to get settled down before. She would be way more observant and quick if I went after her now.

An old teacher, named Mrs Paulson or Miss Pauline, came to the front door and locked the doors just moments after I got shelter in the shadows. I'm fairly surprised no one seemed to notice me. I mean, I am after all 6'3", I wear a studded leather jacket and wear patched clothes. I am a person that stands out in crowds, I am usually the one everyone sees, the one everyone keeps their attention at, scared I'll steal their bike and sell it so I can finally get my next dose of heroin.
It's so weird to me that no one notices, no one seems to even care. Im invisible, which I probably shouldn't complain about. I mean, I am after all stalking a person, and now I kind of snuck into where she lives.
I don't like to think of myself as a stalker, I'm not. She doesn't know, if she knew and I made her scared it would be stalking. I have never peeked into her window or taken any suspicious pictures of her. I don't have a wall at home (if I had a home) decorated in polaroids of her face. I don't pin point her every location on a map. I'm, as I stated earlier, simply observing.

I waited downstairs for 20 minutes. Looked through the hall. It was a pretty basic front hall, It got plants, and a bathroom for whoever feel like taking a piss in the front hall. It looked so girly, this was after all the girl dormitory. I had been here several times before, but that had usually been after getting caught in Emma's, or any other girls, dorm room then getting chased out by the way too strict art teachers down.
I decided it was now time to go see her. I made my way down the hallway to the left, then up a small set of stairs. Her dorm was very close to Emma's, right next to it to be exact. I think I have thrown some accidental stones at her window when I've been too drunk to aim or think which window belongs to Emma.
I looked at Clementines door. What if her room mate was home. The idea of her room mate actually being an actual human being had never fully hit me before now. It had crept in the back of my head but it had always been a problem to deal with another time.
I didn't have time to think about that, I had already opened the door. I look into the dorm room. It was dimmed, not pitch black, just dark. Clementine was lying in her bed, I saw her black hair laying over her pillow.
It looked like she was facing the roof, a back sleeper huh.
I walk in, not thinking about the light coming from the tiny bathroom in the corner. I leave the door open behind me.
The way over to her bed seemed like taking forever, I knew it wasn't long, but this was it. This what was I had been planning for forever. This was it.
I look down at her, she got her eyes clothes. She looked so peaceful, lost in a dream world. Who am I kidding, she was probably passed out after one too many drink at wherever she had been.

I pick up a pillow from the bed right at the opposite of hers. I face her again and bring the pillow down towards her face, bottom half to be exact.

This is it.


I'm not sure how I'm actually going to do this. I know how to knock her out, I mean she was already asleep, I just needed her body to be numb for a little while.
The pillow touch her face, I press it down at once.

This is it. This is it. This is it.

A pair of emerald green eyes shoot open with a look of absolute terror.

Notes

so it begins!

What song get you in the autumn/halloween spirit?

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