I was a stalker throughout my adolescence. And I can truly regret that.
Just to set the scene: all of this happened when I was between 14 and 17 years old.
I am male, and the victim is male too. He is the same age.
It all took place in Brazil, in a town with a population of 50,000.
I’ll call myself Andrew and the victim Davi.
I did a lot of things, like breaking into his house (I knew about the key under the doormat) to take his belongings, hacking into his social media accounts, entering places uninvited, stalking him on the street, taking photos of him without permission, spreading rumors, and various other things.
I’ll confess what finally got me caught:
I remember that day; I was 16 years old and 1.73m tall.
I knew they had traveled to visit Davi’s grandmother—who was terribly ill—and wouldn't be back anytime soon.
I had seen them leaving via their security cameras (they used obvious passwords).
I decided to go to their house to grab a hoodie that smelled like Davi and get passwords from his computer.
I waited hours for my mom's Xanax to kick in, then went to Davi's house.
I was deep into rummaging through Davi's things—the house was pitch black, and I was riding a high of pure ecstasy and adrenaline—when I felt a punch to the head. I was instantly startled and dazed; I fell to the floor and saw Davi looking more furious than I had ever seen anyone in my life.
I realized there was no escape, and we got into a physical fight. He was taller, but I managed to dodge him and run for it. David's parents didn't have a fucking clue what was going on when a boy—who was a stranger to them until that moment—came running out of their house with Davi chasing him.
My adrenaline was peaking as I took off running down the street with Davi right behind me. I managed to shake D off and went home; I deleted the data I had on D from my computer and got rid of D's belongings.
That was until the police showed up at my door, along with D's parents, who were outraged by what had happened.
I tried to lie, claiming I’d been asleep at home, but David was wearing a wedding band (he was in a relationship), and it did quite a bit of damage to my face. Then my mother woke up.
And I ended up at the police station that day...
Feel free to ask me questions about what happened before or after.
The story is very long, so I’ll answer all questions.