Pitter -patter pouring rain batters the bus window, its like knocking at the door. The darkness looms over the night sky as cloak, the bus stops and starts as though it is being driven by a new driver. It is crisp the air, as Shaun’s breathing is heavy under his mask, the air covers his glasses. He didn’t mean to do it, but he still did it anyway.
She was a beautiful woman, Jane a girl whom he admired at school, though she never regarded him any way, apart from a boy to be pitied. He would look at her photographs on Facebook with her blond hair which shimmered as though it was glass, and her slender body. She was still as popular as she was at school. It was easy with Facebook to find someone from the past, all he had to do was to type her name Jane Summers. Pop she appeared.
Jane had the habit of tagging herself whenever she was out ‘I am at Cafe Overton’ so he went there to take a look initially. He wanted to see her, his feelings for her had always remained. She was there talking and smiling at her friend whilst he watched from the distance as a hawk. Shaun made several visits to the places she was tagging herself in, he could not help it and felt like a bee being drawn towards honey.
It was after three months or he finally drew up the courage to go up to her and say hello.
‘Hi’ he stuttered.
She looked at him whilst shopping at Matalan with a bra in her hand, she felt uncomfortable at the strange man standing there.
‘It’s me Shaun Prendercast I was at school with you’ he told her. She looked at him but didn’t recognise this man, there were so many boys at school and she didn’t feel he had been worth remembering as she couldn’t.
‘Sorry I don’t remember you, excuse me’ she pushed past.
Shaun could not believe it. He felt anger like a volcano within him. How dare she not remember him. He used to carry her books to the library for her. He used to run errands for her, like do her homework for her. Now she can’t remember him. He felt betrayed.
It was there where he followed her to her apartment and let himself in. It was easy the door wasn’t bolted properly. He could see her in her bedroom with the bra that she had purchased. He came behind her quickly and it was then he hit her. He couldn’t help himself he thought. It was rage like a lion, ripping her apart. She didn’t even have a chance, like a deer she had been caught by him. Once he finally stopped her body just lay there still.
Shaun looked at her and felt like he couldn’t breath, his chest felt heavy and he felt the sweat dripping on his back. He felt shock like a ghost had possessed him, he dashed out of the apartment hitting the chest cupboard as a couple of objects like a lamp hit the floor and ran out of the apartment to get into the nearest bus on the way home. The number 364.
The weather had changed outside, he assumed she was dead. That he had killed Jane.
He didn’t know all he knew was that he hadn’t meant to do it. He loved her it was her fault that she hadn’t recognised him. It was her fault for being rude to him. He was going to go home and leave Facebook as then there would be no trace on him, looking or searching for her. He felt worried but remembered that no one in society saw him.
He was a geek as he was called. A loner that society didn’t think was important, not even Jane had remembered him.
He wanted to laugh. I am sure she did remember him whilst he was hitting her, serves her right he felt.
He could see the lights ahead approaching of his road Repton Avenue so he pressed the bell to get off to go home and forget this ever happened.
