Hey, internet.
Just came back from the club.
Weirdest night ever.
And it doesn’t help that I just thought I saw something move in the shadows around my house. It was probably just a cat. But it was so quick and quiet that I really jumped. I guess being a big fan of Disney and avoiding horror movies on every opportunity doesn’t make me very paranoia-proof.
Okay. I’ll get myself a little glass of water and then type a neat little summary.
Better. Okay, I’ll try to start after the makeover (because that’s what I did to Story when he arrived at my house).
Officer drove us close to the club. He stayed close, but out of sight – we had him on quick dial and were supposed to call him if anything happened. So inside the freaky stuff happened… There was a bunch of people there who had a child with them. Who brings a child to a gothic-ish club at night? I don’t know. But that child started staring at me. Children do that sometimes, I know, but it was creepy how it looked. I don’t want to describe it, I don’t even want to think about it for long, just… it’s one of the reasons for me being so jumpy for sure. So, all of this started to happen when Story and me actually started having kind of a good time. As in: He was extremly shy and everything, but I felt as if I got closer to him. Then he notices those people, but doesn’t tell me if he recognises anyone of them and – get this – suddenly just runs out of there, leaving me right in the middle of the dance floor.
I… yes, I may have used the opportunity of asking him if he knew the people to get a little bit closer to him. So, together with what happened afterwards, I’ll just take it as a no, Fi, I’m not into you.
So he barges out, I turn around because I didn’t want to go right after him in my frustration overload and this child stands behind me! Right behind me, like in a horror movie or so, staring at me like… I don’t even know! I mean, yes I turned away from it for a second, but not for long enough to walk over to me! And then it started babbling creepy, incoherent stuff about seeing me until its’ mother (???) came over and took it away. It wasn’t long, but it scared me shitless. So I left the club as quickly as I could, being all like “Okay, Fiona, maybe this child just had a mental disorder, the Mommy seemed normal and friendly enough.” when all of a sudden, a guy out of this group of people appears. I don’t even know if he had been there before, I just saw him inside with the others. And he directly approached me, giving me an envelope before I finally could flee to Officer’s car.
Yeah. He was like: “This is what a friend of yours gave me.”
You have may have three guesses who that friend of mine was. In the envelope was a photo of Brute that looked like he had been stalked himself, a blurry picture of a black man and some cryptic messages.
And then I called up Story, he came to the car (I don’t know where he had been, as soon as he came back he was preoccupied with the envelope) and Officer brought us home. And I’m freaked out because whoever those people are, they knew Brute, his murderer and me. Officer told me me to stay the hell out of this from now on and he promised he would have an eye on me. But I’m still scared.
So that’s where I am. Stalked, suspect of murder, known to the real murderers, rejected and paranoid like hell. I thought there was something tapping on my window constantly since I sat down to write this now and now I just want to curl up under my blanket and pretend nothing can get me there. And that’s exactly what I’ll do.
Except I just made the mistake to look at my window and might now not sleep, like, ever again. There was something lying there. A rose. A black rose on my windowsill.
Fuck this. I’ll sleep in Daddy’s bed.
Fabulous 