My terrifying run in with my stalker from school

I’m sure there are several stories like this on this sub already, but it feels like I’m telling my story to a group of friends.<br><br>I was twelve and in the sixth grade, my first year of middle school. I loved school, and had been a happy child for most of my childhood. I did have a mental health problem, but I was getting help for it. My teacher noticed that I was struggling, so I made sure to sit close to her.<br><br>I was socially awkward, but I had a few friends. I talked to these two boys in the class — they were also my neighbors in school. I was a happy-go-lucky, friendly kid. But there was always something that felt off.<br><br>One day, we were in our classroom during class. The boys I mentioned before were talking to each other, and I felt jealous that they were talking to each other. I walked over to them, and sat down at my desk. I will never forget this day.<br><br>One of the boys, who I will call ‘Dylan’ here, looked at me in a way I had never seen him look at me before. It was a look of absolute hatred. He glared at me for a couple seconds.<br><br>At first, I thought it was nothing. But as time went on, I noticed that Dylan was acting really strange. So did our teacher. He hated having me in the class. He used to cuss me out in that class, and when I talked to him, he would stare at me with a look of absolute disgust on his face. I would notice that he would always stare at me, with that same look of disgust on his face.<br><br>I was a sheltered child, and until this happened, I had no idea that I was being stalked. I told my teacher what Dylan was doing, but she didn’t believe me. I told my parents, and my dad was the only one that believed me that I was being stalked. My mom wanted to call the police on him, and my father was against the idea.<br><br>I told my friends, but they didn’t believe me. No one believed me. I was alone.<br><br>As time went on, the staring got worse. I couldn’t handle it anymore, and when I told my teacher what Dylan had done, she got angry with me. So I told Dylan to stop it. He was always in my class, and the teacher always thought I was being paranoid.<br><br>When school ended, my teacher told me that I needed to stop bothering Dylan. I went home that day, and called my dad. I told him everything that happened. He told me to stay on the phone with him, and he called Dylan’s mom.<br><br>Dylan’s mom was shocked that Dylan was doing this. She said that she never would have known about this if my dad hadn’t called her.<br><br>The next day, Dylan’s behavior changed. The look on his face was gone. He was acting like he did before.<br><br>But I couldn’t trust him anymore. I knew that he had been stalking me. I couldn’t feel comfortable in that class anymore.<br><br>I tried to avoid him, but he would still talk to me. When my teacher was absent, she had a substitute teacher. When this happened, Dylan would talk to me. I tried to ignore him, but he would get angry.<br><br>That behavior went on for months. I started to realize that Dylan was not just a stalker. He was a threat. I told my dad, and he was angry. He wanted me to report it. I didn’t want to. I was afraid of what would happen to me.<br><br>The next day, my teacher was absent. When I walked into class, the substitute teacher was there. I sat down at my desk, and Dylan walked over. He was angry, and sat down at my desk. I tried to ignore him, but he got closer to me. He leaned into me, and started talking.<br><br>I was terrified. I had no idea what he was going to do, and I didn’t want to find out. When he started talking to me, I jumped out of my seat. He started cussing at me. I told him to stop, and he told me to get out of my seat.<br><br>I tried to leave, but he grabbed my arm. He pulled me into him, and I felt like I was going to throw up. But then, he let go, and told me to get out of my seat.<br><br>I didn’t want to do it, but I felt like I had no choice. So I got up, and walked away from him. The substitute teacher noticed that I was upset, and she asked me what was wrong. I told her that Dylan was being mean to me.<br><br>But then, Dylan came over. He was angry, and he started yelling at me. I thought he was going to hit me, but the substitute teacher got up. She told him to stop it, and he did.<br><br>After class, I told my teacher what happened. She didn’t believe me, and she called me a liar. She told me that I needed to stop making up lies about Dylan. I was angry with her. I told her that she was supposed to help me.<br><br>I told my parents what happened. They were angry. They wanted to call the police on Dylan. I didn’t want them to, but they told me it was for my own good. They were going to call the police, and tell them that Dylan was stalking me.<br><br>I was terrified. I knew that it would get back to Dylan, and I didn’t know what he would do. But I knew that I had to do it.<br><br>I hated having to report Dylan, but I knew that it was for the best. The police came to the school, and they arrested Dylan. He was taken out of school, and I never saw him again.<br><br>I was terrified for a month. It was terrifying to know that Dylan had been stalking me. I was afraid.<br><br>But as time went on, I realized that what happened was over. It was in the past. I could move on. I was no longer in danger. I was worse off before, when no one believed me. I was alone, and I was scared.<br><br>After that, I realized that I was stronger than I thought. I could face anything that came my way, as long as I knew that I was not alone.