Her heart was a mere tremor and her hands a shaking mess as she stumbled into the large room. Her lungs were burning and her heart ruptured as she analyzed the dark walls and the maniacal obsession that adorned them.
It was pictures of her.
It was pictures of her bedroom.
It was pictures of her whole life from someone else's perspective.
She spotted the brown leather bound book that held all her secrets and she felt her rib cage break and her veins shatter as her whole being had been unveiled and her mind violated. She observed the obsessive notes that were scattered on the desk, revealing the words of a mad man.
"You weren't supposed to find that."
He spoke harshly and shut the door, leaving her trapped.
"You were supposed to be a good girl and listen."
He looked nothing like the man she knew him as, the man he pretended to be.
He looked deranged.
"You've forced my hand baby. I'll have to do this the hard way."
He watched her as if stalking a prey and she realized that this was not her teacher.
This was an obsessed man.
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Or in which a teacher becomes infatuated with a student, driving him into obsession.
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CHARACTERS - Odette Carver -
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