I saw him today--Mr. Smiles, that is. Looks like he's dressed in a hoodie or something. Whatever he's wearing has crazy long sleeves, too. I couldn't make out his face very well, but I'm positive he was smiling. He was outside Ashley Grant's house.
I started walking up to him when a cop stopped me. In hindsight, I don't know what the fuck I was going to do: strangle him with my bare hands? Yeah right--like I'm going to let him chloroform me or whatever again.
Anyway, the cop said, "What are you doing here?"
Me-- "Came to check on Ashley."
Cop-- "Ashley is fine at the moment. Please go home, or I'll call someone to take you there."
Me-- "Bullshit she's fine! That smiling bastard is right over there!"
I pointed and he whirled around. Just my luck, he was nowhere to be seen.
So, long story short, I got escorted home by a cop. My parents freaked the fuck out--I think they're going to start keeping a closer eye on me--might have to do my blogging before the ass crack of dawn.
Tara's telling me to let it go. She thinks the police can handle it and that I'll just get in trouble if I keep at this. I...I said some pretty harsh things to her. She started crying and left.
Shit. Now my best fucking friend is pissed at me. She doesn't understand, though. Vanessa was in my house. Under my protection. And now she's gone and this smiling fucker's going to do it again. I have to stop him. Even if it means killing him in cold blood, I have to stop him.