“Hey Ashleigh!” Jessica said to me, while she was walking to class with her purple and pink sorority colors on.
Jessica is my roommate and we had like the perfect friendship at one point and then we just stop talking. Maybe it was the fact that she got a boyfriend and I was never home.
“Hey Girl,” I responded.
It’s Wednesday, today I decided that it wasn’t going to be a good day. Everything was so dreary to me like I was high off of that California exotic marijuana. Darkness, stress, purple, blues, and greens are a all I see. It’s a bad dream that I wish I could wake up from. My GPA is okay, yet not the greatest and I want to do so much with my life. I need to straighten up in school or drop out one. My life isn’t going as I planned.
While sitting here in the library writing this paper for class I get discouraged to move on. My phone starts to ring.
“Hello.”
“Hey stranger, how have you been?” a voice I do not seem to recognize. It was almost like a robot talking to me on the other line.
“Uhm I’m good, who is this?”
“Don’t worry about all of that at the moment. You thought that since you have moved away from Philly that I wouldn’t find you.”
“Really, who is this? I don’t have time for the games.”
“You played a game with my heart, yet you have no time for games.”
They didn’t tell me who they were so I hung up the phone. I sat at the computer thinking about the men I have been in relations with and couldn’t think of one that ended in bad terms. Maybe the person had the wrong number but then again he knows that I’m from Philadelphia. The thought of someone being “type stalkerish” scared me, I left the library and walked to my car. I thought getting something to eat and thinking things through would clear my head. When I got to my car, there was window paint on my windows. I put on my glasses and read the writing. “The people you think are your friends can be your worst enemy”. Being that I was pissed about the fact that someone just wrote on my car and I had just got it washed, I didn’t care about the words written. I’m already stressed about the pressure of living up to my sister’s college standards from my family and I don’t have the time to be depressed about this. So I went to the deli to get a sandwich to eat. My best friend Sasha worked there and she would always give me a discount.
“Hey Girl, you want the usual?” Sasha said as soon as I walked in.
“Hey Girl, yes the usual and if you have some time can we talk? I have a lot on my brain.”
Sasha gave me my usual BLT on a cinnamon raisin bagel and came to talk to me. I told her about my symptoms of depression and how I didn’t know what I wanted to do. Then I told her about the random phone call I had received earlier and the writing on my car window.
“Girl, it sounds like you need to call the police. You are doing too much, and you cannot handle being stalked by someone. That’s just not cool.”
“I know but I just don’t know. Yes I am stressing about the situation I am in and I am definitely not sweating the phone call and the writing on my car. I think someone is trying to scare me you know Halloween is like three days away. No need for the police.”
“I mean if you say so, you know I’m here if you need me.”
“Thanks Sasha, that means a lot coming from my best friend. Te quiero much!”
“Te amo demasiado sis.” Sasha responded.
I often have to watch my words around Sasha because the girl cannot hold water but she is still my best friend. For example, one night we got really drunk and went out to the club. I ended up hurling as soon as we got to the door of the club and passed out. And this girl definitely told everyone on Montclair’s campus. Talk about embarrassing.
As I walk down the street, I past this little boutique that has some really cute and unique outfits. Maybe if I do some shopping my day will get better. As I walk in, there is a counter on the left where the cashier is just sitting there. She didn’t even greet me when I walked in and I thought about leaving just for that fact. She was just rude. She had on a purple v-neck shirt with a black/ purple mini skirt with a pair of “stripper heels”, I thought she was about to hit the pole. I walked around the store but I felt as though someone was watching me, so I grabbed what I wanted to buy, paid for it, and got out the store.
While walking to my car I thought about the small circle of “so-called” friends that I do have. Jessica and I were friends, we use to be really close but then something happened to the point that we only say Hi and Bye. Sasha, oh Sasha, I swear that girl is my sister. She is always been there for me since the 9th grade. She was always my backbone and supported me through whatever I wanted to do. We both came to New Jersey to go to Montclair State together, but we went our separate ways when we got here. And still best friends for life.
Ring. Ring. Unknown. I don’t know if I should answer this call… but it could be that job I was waiting on to call me.
“Hello.”
“Did you think you wouldn’t hear from me again?”
“I don’t know who this is. I think you have the wrong number. Please stop calling me.”
“I truly miss the times that had together. I think about you all the time.”
“Okay, Bye.”
That was just too awkward. I know someone is just messing with me because Halloween is in three days.
Ugh, today is Thursday; I just want Friday to come so I can have the weekend with no school work to do. I turn on my phone since I sleep with it turned off because people don’t know how to respect my sleeping hours. I have two new text messages and they are from type of instant messenger name. The first text states, “if yu only new how much ive missd yu!”. I think to myself, damn you cannot spell. The second text stated, “If ii cant have yu than no1 will”. And again this person really needs to learn how to write.
As the day goes on I go to all my classes as usual. While I was in my mass communications class, I received an email alert on my phone and the email subject say “Remember This”. So I got on my laptop to find out what the email was about. I unlocked my laptop by putting in my password, waited for the laptop to wake up from hibernate, and clicked on Google chrome. When Google chrome comes open, my homepage is iGoogle. I stroll down and click on my email. “What the hell, who took these?” I said out loud in class.
In shock, I felt class early it was about 7 o’ clock in the evening. I knew that someone was really stalking me. The pictures brought back memories, memories of when I need someone to comfort me and the only person around was Sasha. The pictures were of Sasha and I on the couch kissing and being intimate with each other. All I can do is cry, Sasha is a lesbian but that never changed our friendship. She is still my sister and I love her to death. This memory was supposed to be between us. I called Sasha and told her that we needed to talk. She said she was already at my apartment because she hadn’t heard from me all day.
On Sunday, November 1st there were so many people at the church. They have a memorial up. Why is everyone crying? What has happened? They were so many students and people crying. Sasha is upset and has the police with her. Maybe they were just examining the area. Jessica is upset very upset. I hope her and her boyfriend are okay. I have never seen this many upset, unless I was at a funeral.
“Ugh, who’s funeral am I at? Why can’t I remember what has happened since I met up with Sasha at my apartment?”
I slowly walk in between the people at the church to see who the memorial picture was of. No, no, no!! It can’t be. How did this happen? The picture was of me, Ashleigh Marie Johnson. Who would do this? The last person I was with was Sasha. That would explain why the police where with her. As I watch them, I think maybe they shouldn’t be so sad. People don’t be sad, you never know, I could have been going through hard times and God made them easier. . I don’t think I can take looking at this anymore.
My best friend was the crazed stalker I had. The pictures were a set up, she had someone take them. She knew how I would react and she was waiting for me to come home to her. My Sasha, my best friend Sasha killed me over love.
**please excuse the grammatical errors and etc** most of this story is my reality**-->
**please excuse the grammatical errors and etc** most of this story is my reality**-->
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