He was always there. Watching, waiting, lurking. Stalkers were supposed to stay hidden, spying from a corner of the building. They were meant to be like Joe from the movie show or lovable like Zade from my best friend's favorite book. But with a man like this, I realized my definition of stalkers was certainly wrong. College was supposed to be a new start for me, a way to make new good decisions. However, with him being there, I had no idea what it felt like to be free. Heck, I didn't even remember when I was last peaceful. If he wanted anything, he'd get it, no matter what means were used. The only problem this time was that he wanted me.