Clockwork || Natalie Ouellette

You know someone's been watching you.

You've heard breathing against your window when you'd cuddle up in your bed, heard the sound of the window opening and feet walking across the hardwood floor of your bedroom stopping right infront of where you laid in your bed.

You'd known since a month ago, you didn't know who, but from the ticking that sounds like a clock, you'd hear late at night from your stalker.

You assume it was the girl from the posters along with other serial killers, the girls well legal name was Natalie Ouellette, rather known as clockwork now because of the clock in her right eye, accompanied with stitches that started at both conors of her mouth ending at her cheekbones.

You felt like you where going crazy, noone believed you that one of the serial killers from your town where stalking you and breaking into your home at night, your boyfriend broke things off with you for God knows what he wouldn't tell you and your friends think your going mental.

And fuck maybe you where going insane... maybe everyone was right about that, maybe you should check yourself into a mental institution.

But for now you try to mentally prepare yourself for bed, the worst time of your day knowing that murderer will be breaking into your house once again.

You undressed, the feeling of being watched came back but you tried to ignore it glancing over towards your closet only to catch a glimpse of a person shaped shadow in it.

You froze in place for a moment before resuming what you where doing before hoping no praying to God that she hadn't noticed that you saw her.

You walked over to your bed, slipping into it and throwing the blanket over your head fully under the covers as you stilled your body, pretending to be asleep like many times you'd done before.

Closing your eyes tightly as you heard her shoes against your wood floor of your room, walking towards your bed before stopping when she got to the right side of the bed where you laid under the covers.

You forced your face to be calm, just like how you did any other day when this would happen except now you knew what she looked like.

The covers where pulled down now showing your calm face, the breeze of cold air made you want to pull the blanket back down but you forced yourself not to, almost jumping when you felt her calloused hand touch your face.

Clockwork moved her face closer to your face now barely touching your ear as her raspy voice whispered into your ear

"Sweetcheeks, I know your awake."