You know that feeling as if someone is staring at you, but when you look around, there’s nobody there. Or well, yes, the hallway is full of people, but none of them are looking at me. Dylan next to me does not show any signs of agitation, either, and he’d be the first to jump out of his skin if anything was wrong. Still, the prickling at my neck doesn’t subside.
Actually, ever since that night I spent at Archer’s room that feeling has been a constant companion to me. That’s not to say I think Archer has anything to do with it, he’s not even in the hallway. I saw him rush out of the Politics class and down the main staircase as if his pants were on fire. He certainly wasn’t looking at me, he barely acknowledged me at all.
I mean all are men like that after a kiss? Because the more that I think about it, the surer I am that all we did share was just a kiss. A hella passionate one at that, but nothing more. Yes, I ended up sharing his shirt – somehow – but that doesn’t mean anything. He did bit me, afterall…
Anyway, I constantly feel as if I’m being watched. Part of me worries it’s the painting I made in professor Cylabyl’s classroom. The one of a demon that keeps on laughing. It was right after the attack on the university after all. After the night with Archer…
I put it under my bed, but it still gave me the creeps. Then, I threw it out into the common room. If it’s in the common room, it can’t be still staring at me when I am in the hallway, a courtyard away and several thick walls away.
Maybe I’m hallucinating. A side effect from the bite. How long do the side effects of the bite last? I’m simply losing my mind. Yes. That must be it. Totally.
– Lisanna Crazy Peterson