Don’t Pull Her Out – Chapter 2

It’s been a month since my last post. I think I’ve finally lost her for now. I hitchhiked down to a different state, but I’m not going to say which for my own safety. I finally reached a point where I can somewhat feel safe in this spot, as she has literally been on my tail for most of it. I haven’t been sleeping much, and the little bits I do, I have to make sure that my surroundings are clear, and my sleeping bag is hidden. It was pretty easy to see her from a distance at the start of everything, but that’s before she discovered black hair dye. It actually suited her quite nicely, as it somehow made her eyes seem a bit more sparkly, and it suited her…

ANYWAYS, I digress. Since she dyed her hair, she’s bumped into me a few times, but I somehow managed to slip away from her on those occasions. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but I do know that it makes my life flash before my eyes when it happens. I will say that she is the only person able to scare me, and arouse me at the same exact time, but the fear boner aside, I think she’s getting better at finding me. She took an entire week to find me the first time, but since then, the time between encounters has been decreasing. Though, there was one time that a trucker had me captive, and she actually managed to save me from him, and almost kidnapped me herself. Somehow, I feel that I was safer with the trucker than with her.

It was at a truck stop that she managed to catch up. I don’t know how she managed to get to us, as we were driving for hours on end, but she did. The trucker decided to just put me into a box in the back of the truck with a bottle of water and a burrito, which was replaced at random intervals. The burritos were from various drive in taco stands, and the water was a generic brand that you can get anywhere, as they were both in varying quality each time I was given food. It was pretty rough, but when she caught up, I found out by the sounds of some scuffling outside the box, and a thud. Personally, I wasn’t sure what was happening, and I didn’t want it to hurt me. When she opened the box, however, my heart dropped to my feet, as she was covered in blood and sweat. After seeing me, she broke out into a huge grin and cried out my name.

After this was a blur, and I somehow managed to get away through some woods. Thank the heavens that I decided to be a boy scout earlier in life. After this, I began to gather up what money I could to get food and water, as I usually kept a 20 for emergencies in one of my shoes. The fact that I escaped her is surprising. I digress, I don’t think I can talk to my old friends anymore. The ones I talked to either stopped talking to me, or sold me out. I don’t know why they did it, I just know that they did, which made me have to run to another town. Which reminds me…

I received messages on the forum about how I was able to post my last message on here, and I realized that I haven’t explained everything fully. I had a spare computer in my room, with a monitor and everything. The thing is, I only used this for schoolwork as I don’t want my computer with all of my school work to crash and make me fail. College was expensive dammit!

Now, if I’m able to make it through this, I really hope to find the guy who posted that link and sock him a new one. That being said, I think I should get moving. You never know when your stalker will arrive, and I don’t want to end up getting myself caught again. I don’t know how long my luck will last, and the more time that passes, the crazier she gets. I just hope that I can live through this. I don’t care if my life goes back to normal afterwards, I just want to live lazily again. I miss having time to browse the web without a care, but as of right now, I have to either work or run away. That’s the only reason why I’m actually posting this. I needed a mental break from the tedium, and to give myself a moment to rest. Anyways, I’m going to run now.

Till the next time.


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