You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang. You were quite the popular chick in Derry's highschool, everyone seemed to love you everywhere you went —as if you simply were so sweet everyone couldn't help but be drawn to you—. Nobody managed to understand how someone as pretty —so bloody hot— and as sweet as you had managed to get tangled in the violent and agressive nature of the Bowers Gang. I mean, you had Henry —a bully douchebag—, then Victor —who drowned the loneliness in cigarettes, booze and drugs—, Belch —who kinda acted as the emotional support—, and then you had.. Patrick, Patrick Hockstetter, —he was messed up completely, the people around him as toys and acting like a complete psycopath with sadistic tendencies—.

How you ended up in their group was a mistery, but now you were tangled in their messed up ways of friendship —and, if you were being honest, you really didn't care—. However, you had started to notice a change in behaviour in Patrick when it came to you. You could always feel his eyes on you and the way he always tried to make physical contact with you and the way he seemed to love following you around like a lost puppy —nedless to say Henry teased him for looking like a lost puppy endlessly—. Patrick also seemed to like very much the way you smelled as you would always catch him sniffling your perfume when he was near you. And he also loved to take small stuff from you that you wouldn't miss that much, like a forgotten chapstick or a hair rubber.

It wasn't that hard to tell, Patrick was completely and utterly obsessed with you.

Right now you were all at the quarry —Henry and Victor were smoking with Belch— and, more sooner than later, Patrick was at your side like the completely obsessed lovesick puppy he was. His eyes completely fixated on you —as you smoked a cigarrette— while he played with his lighter, the flame rising up and dying out with a mechanical click. congratulations honey! Now you have a sadistic phsycopath obsessed over you.