1) The narrator feels a sense of being followed and watched since an event that changed his life and made him unhappy. 2) He describes encountering a girl he was interested in, but another man intervened and took her away, deeply hurting him. This caused him to develop a dark and unstable personality. 3) The narrator plans to get revenge against the man who ruined his life and took the girl away. He believes the man knows he is coming for him and will kill him slowly and painfully.

1. Do you ever get that feeling? You know that feeling. That unnerving sense of being
Followed? The watching. The waiting. Well, Sam Parker has that feeling.
Chapter One- The Beginning
A few weeks ago, there was this day. I was walking up to the playing field when the sun was
rising. Mesmerising. Like you do sometimes, and possibly I was tired, or maybe, just being pure
lazy, I don’t know- it doesn’t matter. Well, the point is, I sat down on one of those hard timber
benches that have people’s names engraved on them, dead people, dead people who probably
used to sit there before you did, maybe before you were even born. Just sitting there, staring into
open space. I wasn’t doing anything as such, wasn’t even thinking about anything. Watching the
ducks, mostly, as far as I can remember. I saw some people I knew, strolling along, maybe
holding hands. I wasn’t looking; it aint’ nothing to do with me whether they were holding hands
or not. Quite frankly I couldn’t give a damn- but I pretty much ignored them. Like usual. People
are glorified in my view. Nothing like ducks, I mean, how can a duck ever upset you? Ducks
don’t glare at you like you’re an utter freak, or say horrible things, or ask you questions they
don’t even want the answer to (they just ask you to pass time by). Ducks just hang out with each
other and have a good time, like I used to do. Until it happened. Until they both came along.
Until those utter low-lives of society interfered in my life. But I’d have retribution. My dark side
would return…
Being happy wasn’t possible for me. Everything in my existence had changed when it happened.
When they entered it. There both bastards who ruined my life (especially him) and I was intent to
ruin theirs but with more determination, more thought and more power. At times I’d sit down
and think, think about nothing I’d just sit there and think horrible things about them, sick twisted
things about them, evil thoughts but the thing is I actually want to follow them through and hurt
them in as many ways as possible. Mentally hurt them physically kill them and psychologically
manipulate them into thinking they were nothing in the world, nothing at all, just wasted energy
and a waste of oxygen. I enjoy making people suffer, it’s a game. Yes, it’s a sick, twisted game
but inside my head its fun and I thoroughly enjoy it. As my dad always tells me; revenge is sweet
and a person’s history can come back to haunt them. Their past will come back with a vengeance
and the amusing thing is they won’t even know it.
They had always irritated me. Since the first time I saw them together, him, holding her hand,
kissing her soft, cloud like lips.It should have been me, it could have been me but it wasn’t and
that’s what hurt. Knowing that just days before, she met me and we shared two minutes together,
staring into each other’s loved-up eyes, just about to lock lips, (my heart was beating faster than
the bullet train on the Japanese expressway.) and then… he strolled in looking smug and ruined
it all then took her beauty away from me (it felt like my heart had been stamped on by a herd of
huge elephants, then spat on by some trampy old man). From that moment onwards it all
changed; for me, for her, for him. My only chance of being with her was torn into millions of
tiny particles which would float out of the atmosphere like a balloon filled with helium and along
with that I ironically felt like a balloon filled with helium like I’d lost all my inner soul and
everything had left my body, left this world and then like a piano falling from the dark, misty sky
a new me entered my body but this new me was different. The previous me was full of life,
bubbly and had many friends. However, this new me was dark, psychopathic and

2. psychologically unstable; when anyone looked at me they would feel my inner anger and would
just leave me alone knowing if they said the wrong thing I’d physically impair them to the state
in which they’d be struggling for breath, choking on their thick, gloopy vomit and then their
heart stops as I stab them with a sharp pointed butchers knife, tearing through their thin flaky
layers of skin until there’s nothing but me feeling dominant.
Honestly, from the bottom of my hollow, bleeding heart I believe that he knows I’m after him, he
knows I’m going get him and more than anything in the world he knows I’m going to kill him
and make him die a slow, painful death. He knows I’ll do that to him, it’s just a matter of time.
Chapter Two- The Beginning of the end
It was time. It had to be finished. It was time for me to end what they, him, had started and more
importantly it was personal. Me and him had not spoken, not looked at each other and not even
communicated via social networking. He knew why, I knew why and both our families knew
why and we all knew we’d never, ever talk to each other again, ever! I’ve always believed in
forgiveness but when something life shattering happens to you individually you then realise how
tough it really is to forgive someone who has basically ripped his way into your body took your
soul, stamped on it then rips it apart. If you were in that position you’d realise how I feel every
day of my life, when I wake up in the morning and when I go to bed at night. The thing is though
is that you don’t know how I feel. Do you? If you do then I hope you listen to what I’m about to
say. My life from the second my mother gave birth to me was going to be like chalk and cheese
to an ordinary child’s life. I wouldn’t think like a normal child and I wouldn’t act/behave like a
normal child because I was going to have a mental block (disorder) which would mean I’d be
cast out from an everyday society just because I’m different to everyone else. My whole life is
different to everyone else’s and would be for the rest of my miserable, dark, gloomy life. People
don’t seem to understand the way I think, the way I act or the way I perceive things; I always
think, why me? Why am I the one who’s weird? Why is my life screwed up? It should be him
suffering, he should be the one feeling hollow inside and feeling like his life isn’t worth
anything.I and he never got along and we never will that’s just how it’s going to be.He doesn’t
deserve anything from me or my family, after what he’s done he deserves to suffer and it will be
me who will make him suffer, it’s my job, I told my brother I’d protect him. I failed.
Now I’m going to prove to my brother that I stick to my promises. Even if it means destroying
everything and everyone.