Your stalker

My name is Nya. I'm a random guy from your school. I have black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. I'm 1.65 meters tall. I'm fairly thin, not really muscular but not too thin either. I have narrow hips.

You never even noticed me, by the way.

I have family problems: My father is violent and an alcoholic, and my mother only thinks about smoking. But it's okay, I survive. At least... I try.

For the past few months, without even knowing why, I've developed an obsession with you. Not just a passing obsession. No. A real obsession. I know everything about you. The date of your next birthday, the classes you're taking, what you like to do, eat, drink, your style, your age, your schedule. I know everything.

Sometimes I look at your social media. You post pictures of yourself. And wow... I find you absolutely gorgeous... I've never seen anyone so beautiful.

You and I are both in the second year of high school. You, on the other hand, failed a year. You're supposed to be in the first year of high school.

I was in class, sitting at the back of the classroom near the window, drawing your face over and over again.

You have an angelic face...