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g us enough information." The policeman sitting at the other side of the

see." My hands were shaking profusely. I held it toget

..." The man In front of me looked at me sympa

a very traumatizing experience for you, but we

ding back the tears that fill

d also ask the school for information that might be h

aid the same thing. I didn't blame them for not being able to identify him from just his eye color,

y body the moment it touched my thighs. I placed my hands inside the pocket of my jum

e been here once or twice for holidays with Aunt Vera, ye

I could feel his eyes on me, every part of my body. Yes p

f the busy area and held a tree nearby. "My inhaler." I breathed out the words as I s

here. I always keep it here;

omething up from the ground and handed it over to me. Without much t

hma was getting worse. I finally looked

arl

comforting smile, his dimples deeply visible, his eyes sear

it'd be too dangerous for him. What if the stalker went for him? He placed a han

t, but whatever it is, I know you'd get through

me." A little laugh escaped my throat, the only real one I've

maining stuff that fell on the ground. "We s

ould be

rm room. I never want to be in any hallway alone again. I pushed the door open and locked it be

what was on the bed. It was an envelope that had a big red ribbon. I didn't keep t

there was none. It can't be the stalker. I'll see sign sofa break-in if it was him. Maybe it was the university

pe. I've loved red ribbons since I was a kid, that's why most of my hai

the envelope by pulling the other side of it; it opened, and I gulped when

about what was on my bed; fear or surprise or worry. I stopped drawing when I was eighteen; th

hile drawing. Everyone knew that; chocolate inspired me to draw too. It's ei

round town without feeling like I was being watched. I hated t

ife, and learn how to use it, then live your life everyday lik

s not going to be happening anymore. I picked up the pen and Mac drawing tablet;

. My eyes widened in shock; I immediately rushed through the pen; it h

le, the vibrations that the pen always gave that affected

stared in shock and looked at the pen, studying it; ther

ng to answer the door or what? I know you're in there; I can literally hear you

d I was too lost to hear it. I opened the door, and she was there, a girl w

leared my throat. "My

her as she passed through, dragging her box. "It's not a problem; I get lost often

her. I wish I could be this free a

hing that was scattered there back into the envelope.

s in Princes

my throat; now I understand why the

e and back to me; I threw it into the sm

on my phone; it was my alarm alerting me of my next cla

it?" She moved a step closer to

the envelope before giving it to her. She inspect

gital company in America. My mom works there.

mation about who sent it if I visi

some of her books and placed them in a small tote bag. I nodded and di

at. Nice to me

ed, unzipping her box as

to be, classes to attend. I felt safe; I knew he would

rop top stopped. It felt like... a gun! I instantly halted and t

my shoulder. I was halted in one position, looking at every other pers

ould feel his hot breath there. "Run." It sounded like a whisper, s

me scowled at me as I bumped into them while looking behind, some cursed.

hands held my arms from my front. I didn'