I saw her in my dreams again, last week. Doing what she always did. Standing in the shadows, staring. She never says a word. Her eyes, a piercing gaze that heralds sorrow, pity and anger. Her jet-black hair flowing down the sides of her flawless face. A surgical mask covers her nose and mouth and is neatly tied up behind her head. She’s always there in her surgeon’s outfit. Blood smeared on the front, right above her hip.
I tried calling out to her the last time. To talk to her. But all was in vain, for whenever I got close to her she vanished and appeared a distance away. I did not know who she was, but she seemed oddly familiar. I try to remember where we met, try to think of what significance she has to me. Nothing came to mind.
She’s driving me insane and not in a good way. How can I be thinking this much about someone I’ve never met? How could I be dreaming of her, yet she doesn’t exist? These were questions that filled my mind. Still fill my mind. That’s why I’m here tonight.
It happened so unexpectedly. I was walking around town, minding my business while running a few errands. The sun was hidden away by the dark gray clouds that loomed over the earth. My favorite kind of weather. A street boy was in the distance asking for some spare change amid the passersby who were ignoring him. I had a ten shilling coin in my pocket. I had no immediate use for it so when I got to him, I gave him. He was pleased and ran off to continue his mission. ‘Poor kid,’ I thought to myself as I walked away.
A few paces and I stopped. My body froze on the spot. I couldn’t move as the shock and realization set in, confirming what I was seeing. The girl. The girl in the dream, my dreams. Right in front of me. Alive, existent and laughing. She was with some of her friends and surprisingly not in any surgical outfit, but a pair of blue jeans and white top. I noticed her lips, full and perfect. Her nose a tiny one that magnified her beautiful face.
It took a few seconds for my brain to reset. ‘Follow her!’ So I did. When she parted with her friends I felt even more relief in pursuit. All the way from Kenyatta Avenue to Bus Station where she boarded a vehicle heading to where I live! ‘No, no this can’t be happening, is it? I couldn’t be hallucinating, am I?’ The questions kept crossing my mind, as I boarded the vehicle and sat behind her. I chose a seat that would give me a proper vantage point to discretely watch her. ‘I can’t believe I’m turning into a stalker. On the other hand, I just have to know who she is’
The vehicle, a green bus, starts up and pulls out of the stage. She takes out her phone and unlocks it. Her wallpaper, a picture of her wearing a black t-shirt with the Batman logo on it. ‘Huh so she could be a fan girl, but a t-shirt isn’t enough evidence.’ At this point all my morals are thrown out of the loose excuse for a window the bus has. She opens up her Instagram and checks a few pictures on her feed. She goes to her account to upload another picture and I catch a glimpse of her username.
Like a trained and failed CIA agent I open up an account on Instagram and immediately search for her. No luck for me, her account is locked. So I follow her at the same time as I upload a random old meme. I see her check out my profile and follow back. ‘Yes! Now for phase two, Stalking without remorse’…