y/n is a 15 year old girl who just moved into Derry, Maine. She thought she could start over, and live a 'normal' life.
But that dosen't go as planned when a certaing dark haired, tall boy developes unhealthy feelings for the girl.
And what will s...
I woke up and went to do my normal routine like every day. I was thinking about the letter from the other day. My head was spinning and i didn't really feel good. "shit,, it must be from the rain.." i thought, as i saw the eyebags under my eyes in the mirror. A
2nd POV
after you zoned out for a few minutes, you decided to stax home today. So you went to lay back in your bed and get some rest.
Patrick POV (3rd POV)
Patrick walked around to halls with a clenched jaw, looking for y/n, that's no where to be found. "what if something happened to her? what if she went missing" is what played through the boys mind. after a while Patrick sneaked out of school to check up on his beloved y/n. The boy carefully peeked into her window to find her laying in bed, flustered and sweaty. "oh, she's sick." Patrick said, as he smirked to him self. He thought his love looked absolutely angelic all hot 'nd bothered. It was sick and twisted but oh how he wished he was the one causing that, and not a stupid flu. He watched her squirm around the bed, trying to get comfortable 'for about 15 minutes. After the girl fell asleep, he decided to get some stuff for her. After he put it in her room, he took a few pictures of her. yk.. for the colection.
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Your POV
I woke up probably several hours later, with a headache and even more sweaty than when i fell asleep. It was kinda gross, so i got up to take a shower. But something caught my eye as soon as i got up.
2nd POV
You walk over to your table to find a few of y/f/s (your fav snacks) a f/d (fav drink), a card that simply said 'get well soon ;) ' And a stuffed rat
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(NEED ME ONE OF THESE RATS)
"oh.. are my parents home early?" you thought, as you picked up the rat, giggling softly at the stupid looking plushie. "no.. how would they know im sick?" yout thought,as you went to look dowstairs. "mom? dad?" you asked loudly as you walked down the stairs. No response. "hello are you guys home already?" Nothing, the house was completly empty with no signs of anyone previously being there exept for you. Your hear beat quickened as you ran around your house, making sure everything is locked. After you were sure you got a glass of water and ran into your room, locking yourself as well. You sat on your bed, holding the plush close to you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your breathing was unsteady. For a while you were thinking if it could have been the clown, but that was soon out of the picture because of your first encounter with it. Then it hit you. "The stalker.." you said quietly. You shook at the thought of a complete stranger being in your house, your room, while you slept. You frowned and pulled your covers closer to you. You looked at the stuffed rat, knowing damn well it was from your stalker. Yet you couldn't stop yourself from hugging the silly looking stuffie. You didn't feel safe at all. Obviously who would in this situation? You knew you could call the police, but you didn't. It was stupid, yeah, and you weren't entierly sure of why you didn't. But you didn't and now you're here, 2 hours later. Sitting on the couch, watching movies and eating the snacks you got from the mysterious stalker. Of course while golsing the rat and looking behind you every so often. You know, for safety purpouses. When you heard the lock click, you knew one of your parents were home, so you quickly took all your stuff and ran upstairs. Because you knew they wouldn't be happy with seeing you in the living room at midnight. You ran to the bathroom, took a quick shower and brushed your teeth. You then proceeded to lay in your bed, talking to the stuffed toy for the next 60 minutes as you werent tired because of sleeping all day long.
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The next day was boring, you were still at home because of your flu, even tho you were feeling way better. You spent the whole day watching your favourite movies/shows and talking to that rat (help i can't get over it i love it so much). What you didn't know is that your stalker was watching your every move. a thing that would be boring to most people was certainly not boring to the black haired boy. He noticed that you like the rat, so he made a mental note to buy you more plushies. And also writing a lot of other stuff down that he learned that day. Like your fav show/movie, ect. After some time you heard the phone ring (your loevely stalker already gone) So you went to pick up.
"Hello?" you spoke into the phone, waiting for a response.
"Hey y/n! it's me, Beverly. I'm calling to check up on you as you werent in school for the past two day. Are you doing okay?" the red-head on the other side of the phone said, in a clearly worried tone.
you smiled at the simple gesture of your friend. "Hey! yeah! i'm doing okay! i just got the flu, so i'm staying home for some! thanks for calling!" you responed in a sweet tone.
"awh i hope you feel better soon. And don't take too long. It's boring without you." the girl said, chuckling.
"pfft don't worry I'll be back by thursday." you responded again with a small smile planted on your lips.
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you ended your call with Bev and you went back to watching movies
end of chapter 5!!
SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER IS A BIT BORING I DIDN'T HAVE MANY IDEAS BUT I WANTED TO UPDATE (also if there's any grammatic errors i'll fix them tommorow beacause i'm too tired rn)
