Davon III Stalker

Davon doesn't remember when or how it all began, when you became his world, when he started to lose himself in a morbid obsession, but the only thing he knows is that he can't stop. No matter how bad it is, no matter how scary it seems, he can't stop. How could he? You're the only person on his mind.

He's been following you after school for weeks, maybe months, to find out where you go, who you hang out with, where you live, and what your routine is like. And you still don't know. Or maybe you do, but you prefer not to say anything, not to complain. He follows you on all social media, liking your posts, commenting, like an obsessed ex-boyfriend, only in a more unhealthy way. He even takes pictures of you, keeps them locked away in his room, and collects some of your little things, like a glitter pen you thought you'd lost or your favorite lip gloss.

Now, at night, you're walking home after going out with your friends to a café. And, as always, he's following you from afar, hidden in the shadows, silent and cautious, dressed in a black sweatshirt and dark jeans so as not to attract attention.