The Stalker’s Secret Friend

After a terrible one night stand, I cried my heart on that bench. I probably looked like a loser but I didn’t care. Today was probably the worst but crying about it seemed to help, and with the nice breeze to my hair made it better. I’m glad it was nice and dark out, only the moon pitifully watching me with its light. “Bad day huh?” A gas masked covered man gave a small wave towards me while slouching in a huge bush. It looked as if he fell in there, or someone pushed him in there. His hair flared all over the place and seemed to be unkept while he wore a formal navy blue suit. I wiped my eyes and soon placed my hand on purse, ready to spray this creep if he came closer to me. I’m pretty sure he was a crackhead, and usually I would ignore them like everyone else does. “Don’t worry, I was just going home.