SP Chapter 1...

~Chapter one~

I can hear the sound of my own footsteps on the floor. I can feel the wounds on my bare feet,
I feel my heartbeat getting faster as I gasp for air. I keep following the shadow through the shallow streets. I run around another corner and suddenly stand still as I am surrounded by the shadows I was following at first. I can feel the rage and the fear rising up in me as I look at the two figures in front of me. I notice that my own lips are moving, but I can't seem to be able to hear what I am saying. One of the figures starts to grin. It really makes the fear and rage in me grow stronger. I can see the mouth of the other figure open. I can barely hear the sound he makes with his voice. ''St...'' what? The sound is starting to get a bit louder, although I'm still unable to hear what he says. ''Sta..'' The figure says the same thing for the third time screaming it out now. ''STAN! Wake up dude!''

Kyle is leaning over me as I slowly open my eyes. I notice that I'm covered in sweat, still panting and feeling my heart beating against my chest. ''Dude, you ok? you don't look so well. Maybe you should stay home today.'' Kyle says as he gently lays his hand on my forehead to check whether or not I have a fever. I quickly sit up straight and cover my face in my hands as I notice that I'm starting to blush. ''I'm okay, I just had that dream again, that's all.'' I say as I try to hide the fact that my heart just skipped a beat when Kyle looked at me and gently touched me. ''Again?'' Kyle sighs. ''If you're fine, hurry up, I came here so we could walk to the busstop together, but we're going to miss the bus if you don't hurry.'' This is the first time this morning that I look at the time. It's already 7.50 A.M., so we only have ten minutes left. I quickly put on my clothes and grab something to eat. Kyle politely says goodbye to my parents as we run past them out of the door.

We managed to catch the bus just on time, although we were yelled at by the busdriver. We go and sit at the back where we meet Cartman who's flirting with what appears to be a new girl at our school. She is wearing a black skirt with black with some chains hanging from it and red striped overknees and tall boots under it. Her shirt is black as well and has a large skull on it. Her long blond hair falls over her shoulders and her hazel eyes are looking out of the window. She doesn't seem to be interested in anything that Cartman says, although I do not find that very surprising.
Kenny isn't sitting next to Butters as usual, but is sitting alone instead. I look around the bus, but I don't see Butters anywhere, so I figure that he stayed home today. Craig and Tweek are sitting next to each other like always. Craig probably pulled him down as he walked by and forced him to sit next to him as he always does. I'm really yealous of both Craig and Kenny... They both had the courage to tell the ones they like about their feelings, and they were answered. I don't have that kind of courage. Kyle and I have been best friends forever, but I still haven't had the courage to tell him about my feelings. Even when I had Wendy as my girlfriend, I still couldn't help but think about him. For years I wondered why I thought about my best friend like that, I told myself that I was crazy, that I couldn't possibly think about Kyle like that, but recently...
We stop at another busstop. Wendy gets into the bus first. She's usually the only one who gets on at this stop, but not today. Another boy gets in the bus. His black hair coveres his right eye. He appears to be strong even though he is quite slim. He doesn't bother to look at anyone he passes. He walks towards where Cartman is sitting and stops right in front of him. ''What?'' Cartman says, but the boy doesn't seem to pay attention to the fat boy. The girl Cartman was flirting with stands up and walks to the boy. Without saying a word, they both walk to the open seats in front of Cartman. ''Hey, I was talking to her you stupid emo!'' Cartman yells, but the boy doesn't seem to bother to listen to him. Just before the boy sits down, his ocean blue eye that isn't covered by his hair looks right at me. He keeps looking for a couple of seconds, giving me a strange feeling I've felt somewhere before. I can't help but stare back at him. Just before he sits down, he shows me a grin, a grin that makes my heart skip a beat. I can feel my heartbeat raising fast. A drup of sweat rolls down my face as my body starts to fill itself with fear. ''That was creepy.'' Kyle says, but I'm unable to answer him. I tremble in fear as I keep staring at his back. Who is he?...

I notice that I'm still tembling as I get my books for the first period out of my locker. Why did he only look at me? And what was with the grin? And more importantly, where do I know him from? Ever since he looked at me and grinned like that, I can't help but feel like I've seen him before, but I don't know where. I give a small shriek as I feel a hand grab my shoulder. I look behind me, finding Kyle look at me surprised. ''What's wrong dude? You've been acting strange all morning. Is it because of that dream that you keep having?'' ''Sorry, dude, you're probably right, it's probably just that dream that is freaking me out.'' I say to hide the fact that I'm still scared. I close my locker, put my books in my bag and walk to class together with Kyle.

''Hey Stan, who was that kid in the bus this morning? Is he one of your emo friends?'' Cartman says as I sit down at my seat. ''Shut up, Cartman, I don't know that kid.'' I anwer slightly irritated. ''Well it looked like he knew you, since you were the only one he looked at.'' The fat boy says. Yet again, the fear as well as anger comes up in me. Why do I keep feeling this way every time I think about that kid? I decide to just ignore Cartman and grab my books out of my bag as the schoolbell rings.
''Okay kids, please sit down, I have some news to tell you.'' Mr. Adler says as he walks into the class, followed by both the boy and the girl from the bus this morning. The boy seems to have his eyes closed so he doesn't have to look at the class. The girl just stares into nothingness with her dreamy hazel eyes. ''Okay class, we have some new students from now on. Everybody say hello to Lulu and Stagger.'' Cartman begins to roar with laughter. ''Stagger and Lulu? What kind of names are that?! whahahaha'' He says while he's laughing still. Both the boy and the girl don't seem to care about his reaction. It is just now that I notice that the girl whose name apparently is Lulu is also something of a freak. She doesn't seem to have any emotions, like she's a zombie or something. That's when I notice that the boy's eye and my eyes meet again, and I still get the same feeling as before. It feels as if he isn't looking at me as a person, but like he's looking at my soul, at everything and everyone I care about, and that he's about to take all of it away from me. I don't even listen to mr. Adler anymore, I just stare at Stagger. A shiver goes down my spine as he walks to the open seat next to me. He sits down and looks at Lulu for a second, who somewhat seems to have waited for his orders to walk down to the other open seat next to Cartman and sit down.

I wasn't able to focus in class the entire day. I kept thinking about Stagger, and about my dreams. He couldn't possibly be the figure from my dreams, right? I mean, it was just a dream...
I can't even keep myself from thinking about what happened today even though I am walking home with Kyle. I keep spacing out, causing Kyle to eventually just leave me alone and go to the mall to buy a new pair of sneakers. I continue walking home, but not without feeling watched. The feeling of being watched keeps getting stronger, so I decide to take a shortcut home. But as I want to walk into another alley, I suddenly get grabbed by my shoulder and pulled into another alley as another hand covers my mouth with a handkerchief. I try to fight myself free, but I suddenly start to feel numb. The last thing I see as I slowly close my eyes, is my cellphone that is on the floor where I dropped it while struggling against the hands that held me tighly...