So Forlorn

She was never happier; she had it in her and she knew it. Despite such deformatives, she knew she was wanted. She was watched from afar, kept an eye on constantly. She was taken care of and she knew that her shadow was watched. Outshining her shadow with a light which warms her - a knight in shining armor, it seems. Indeed, it only seemed that way. What she never knew was that this knight of hers was indeed around her always.

She laughed at them, mocking them for their lame jokes. She felt bullied but she wasn't sad; he had told her once and it was enough - he told her that he was watching her and that they deserve a punishment. She showed them the message and they stepped back. Feeling proud of herself, she laughed and mocked them again. She was in power now; or so it seems. They could be taken care of, that was for sure - of course, who wouldn't be able to take care of themselves?

She felt scared when his remarks begin to emphasise on detail; shaded under a yellow umbrella yet coined with a phrase so catchy - he was no normal stalker. She begins to worry for her privacy; her security was in jeopardy. She told them that she felt scared. They shouldered concern. They told her not to respond much and that it should die down soon. She trusted them. It did die down; the extra effort was toned down and priorities changed.

It was on that very day when everyone was more cautious; pranks were aplenty. She was thinking about her raffle and her iPod. She wanted to win and she felt the confidence. She was late to chemistry class carrying a cap. She had won it and she felt very proud of it. But along the way, she had missed a call. It was an unknown number; it was him. She decided to ignore the call and the class began when she arrived. And so she ignored it. All they had to do was execute a slight change in their plan - they waited.

It was that moment when the number called again. She looked up and answered it. He stood infront of her when she said 'Hello.' But it was not whom she suspected. Blond hair blue eyes indeed - an imaginary picture given to a friend. We laughed and she remained stoned. She asked if it was a new number and they laughed harder. Only after a few seconds did she regain her usual composure to recognise the situation. And there she said it. "Oh my god!!!" and her rants begin.