[ WP ] The narrator has a huge crush on the protagonist . It 's really starting to creep the protagonist out .

First time posting, want to try and dip my toe into this stuff. Advice is appreciated. 
 
 Intelligent and kind, not to mention extremely attractive, Jessica had always been an object of affection for all the jocks in her life. But Jessica had a flaw, she only saw skin deep. 
 She went through a string of unsuccessful relationships in high school, jumping from one chad to the next, and never acknowledging the nice guys who would do anything for her. It seemed like she was doomed to a life of being used by uncivilized, un-educated, muscle heads who would use her for her body. 
 But maybe, just maybe, a true gentleman could get through to her... 
 
 Frantically, and for some unknown reason, Jessica nailed another board across her front door. 
 `` LEAVE ME ALONE!'' she cried, tears streaming down her face. 
 Dropping the hammer, she sinks to the floor and begins to softly weep into her knees. 
 `` If only I had picked a nice guy, who would be there for me, someone who would listen when I was sad. I need someone who would drop everything and come over and comfort me'' She thinks 
 `` NO NO NO! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!'' She whimpers. Slowly but firmly smacking her clinched fist against the side of her head. 
 For some unknown reason. 
 Bolting from her position on the floor she runs past the pile of slowly dying flowers, sent to her by some unknown gentleman, and rushes to a cleared space in her living room. Carved into the hardwood of the floor is a circle inscribed with a long dead language, at its center a five point star. The top point of the star is a garment of a long past age of class, a black and white pin striped fedora. To it's right is a small offering of cheese flavored corn chips. At the bottom right a copy of a supreme enlightenment, `` The God Delusion'' by Richard Dawkins. To the bottom left a small bottle containing the dew of mountains, and at the final point of the star a small horse figurine from a well animated and excellently written children program. 
 `` Maybe with these things I can finally find a decent gentleman.'' She thinks to herself. 
 `` GOD DAMN IT THIS ENDS NOW!'' she screams at the ceiling. 
 Reaching over to her disheveled couch, she picks up a dog eared copy of `` Forgotten gods; a study of ancient Sumerian idols lost to time and record''. She flips frantically to a page covered in hand written notes. 
 Her delicate fingers caressing the pages, she traces the lines of text until she finds the passage she searches for. 
 Throwing the book back to the couch she reaches for the remaining two items outside the circle; a plastic figurine of a small pink haired girl, and a katana. Forged in the ancient lands of japan, and sold to her through BUDK.com. She places the figurine into the center of the star. 
 Holding the weapon in both hands she raises it above her head with the blade facing down, as only someone who has never been trained in its use would. 
 `` SDNEIRF EB TSUJ STEL!'' She screams as she plunges the weapon down into the figurine. 
 
 Jessica could be a bitch some times 
 
 `` SDNEIRF EB TSUJ STEL!'' she screams again, as she again stabs the figurine. 
 
 The walls of the home begin to shake, just like her fat ass. 
 
 `` SDNEIRF EB TSUJ STEL!'' She screams a third time. 
 
 Fire erupts from the five sacrifices, burning them like the STDs she probably caries burn her chad boyfriends. The fire catches hold of the floor, rushing to meet the piles of discarded greeting cards and love letters sent to her by the same gentleman who sent the flowers. A gentleman too good to have fallen for such a mean, hateful, bitch... 
 The fire begins to burn uncontrollably, fueled by the card stock and hand written notes and drawings. Jessica falls to the floor, coughing and gagging at the suddenly smoke filled room. 
 `` I deserve this... I deserve to die alone...'' She thinks. 
 `` I AM NOT OBLIGATED TO LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU SEND ME GIFTS!'' She yells to no one in particular, coughing around a lung full smoke. `` WOMEN ARE NOT SLOT MACHINES THAT YOU PUT NICE WORDS INTO AND GET SEX!'' 
 `` I should have-'' She starts to think... 
 `` I should-'' She starts to think again... 
 `` YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME ANYMORE!'' The hateful bitch screams. 
 Reaching into her pocket, she thrusts a necklace into the air. The cord made from the fibrous hairs grown from the neck of a great king, the amulet carved from the skull which protected his illuminated mind in life. She throws the amulet into the fires at the center of the star, the flames erupting even higher.... 
 
 
 Outside a padded cell, a uniformed police officer and a psychiatrist stand, looking through the small observation window into the room. 
 `` No, we do n't know why she set her own house on fire, guess she just could n't take the pressure.'' Officer Davis says. 
 `` What kind of pressure do you think she was under?'' Doctor Evans says with a curious look. 
 `` We interviewed her class mates shortly after the fire, apparently she was working on a paper about ancient Sumeria, or something like that. Her friends said she started complaining about weird things. First it was this weird feeling of her hands always feeling greasy, then a strong smell of body odor following her around. Her friends said that someone was sending her flowers and cards all the time, but I do n't think that's related. That's all we've got so far...'' 
 `` Well, any information helps. She has n't spoken a word since she arrived here.'' Doctor Evans replied. `` Anything else? Like something that would jog her memory?'' 
 `` Well we do have this.'' The officer replied, holding up an evidence bag with a strange necklace inside. `` It was the only thing not burned in the fire.'' 
 `` May I?'' Doctor Evans says, nodding to the bag. 
 With a nod of permission from the officer, she reaches her hand into the bag and grabs the cord of the necklace, pulling it free. 
 `` Wow, that's as greasy as it looks...'' She says `` I'll try confronting her with this. Thank you for your help officer.'' 
 
 Intelligent and kind, not to mention extremely attractive, Doctor Miranda Evans had always searched for a kind gentleman to accompany her on lonely nights...
