WHEN I SAY RUN…
Let us start this way. Is the forest for the axe or the axe for the forest? Stalking doesn’t start with the normal, dried-up line. “Help! Somebody help me.” It always begins with a seemingly innocent smile, a pleasant aura and a simple sense of humour. It is introduced with a warm, “How are you? How was your day? Hope you are hearing from family?” to a few friendly suggestions of dropping you off at your place to paying for your lunch and eventually slides to the abyss called texting, calling and pinging.
Finally, we trudge to the American classic line. “Someone is stalking me.” They will stalk you sweetheart, they always do but in a good movie, we never get to the best part- stalking the stalker. You might wonder how I know these great tips, that is a story for another day. Now, let us go back to America’s favourite prologue.
A woman runs with much effort and distracted focus on a dark, lonely street wearing a white dress with red, shimmery heels. She looks back in fear and eventually stumbles and falls stupidly. Pause. I don’t understand, you are running and you keep looking back, why won’t you fall? You slide off those heels and you run like crazy. They always fall and never at the right time. Let’s get back on track. She whimpers in dread and hopelessness as she struggles to find an escape. She keeps grasping at these futile words with the silver thread of energy she has left in her body. “Help me please.”
Suddenly, she gasps in fright. He is here again. A shadow stood afar, never breathing, never moving like the Pakistani flag. Tears cloud her beautiful brown eyes as she scampers to her feet looking for anything, anyone to hold on to.
She moves, attempting to begin her futile race only to bump into… (drum roll please) stalker number two. Now that’s invention. Only she doesn’t know it and asks for help which her shining knight pleasantly obliges. He takes her to his house and the same figure watches the entire chivalry with renewed interest as she enters his black Sedan car thankful but still wary. I am merciful not to slide you into a bottomless pit called suspense. You are welcome.
