I saw her. She saw me. I walked over to her. She watched me the whole time. I said hello. She said hi. The party was lame. We went outside. I lit a cigarette. She did the same. She was beautiful. I was nervous. Her name was Michelle. We sat on the steps. We talked about music. I wanted to kiss her. She said she had a boyfriend. Figures. She gave me her number. I left the party. It was 2:30 in the morning. I got home. I went to sleep. I dreamt about her. 

I awoke with a headache. I took two pills. I drank a bottle of water. I thought about Michelle. I went to work. I thought about her all day. I couldn’t get her out of my head. When I got home from work I watched TV. I fell asleep thinking about her. I was obsessed. Obsessed. Obsessed. 

I woke up at noon. It was Saturday. I went to the store. I bought groceries. I hoped I might run into her there. I went home and cooked dinner. I decided to call her. She didn’t answer. I called her again. She didn’t answer. I left a message. I went to a movie alone. I saw her there. She was with her boyfriend. His name was Michael. How perfect. I was no competition. She saw something in me though. I know she did. Why else would she have given me her number? 

My obsession only got worse. I went to work. I thought about her. This was my life. For three months this was it. I had nothing but a job and an obsession with a girl. Until one day in November.

Michael decided to get a new job. It just so happened he picked my place of employement. His first day was Monday. His last day was Monday. I followed him home after work. I watched his house until the lights went out. I waited another hour. I went to the front door. Locked. I went to the back door. Unlocked. I walked into his room. I slit his throat. 

I walked out. I went home and went to sleep. 

A few days later I quit my job and got a new one. 

A few months later I saw Michelle at the post office. I told her I had read about Michael in the newspaper. She started to cry. I hugged her. We talked. We talked the next day. We talked the next day. We went out the next day. We got married the next month.  She never suspected anything. We had two kids. We lived happily ever after.

Copyright 2007 Steven Busenlehner
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