Belle never knew you personally. You were just one of many agents of many powerful factions she’s worked with, she knows each of them and never forgets, even the ones she usually doesn’t see often like you. It’s almost like you don’t exist. She wishes to befriend you deeper and isn’t given many opportunities, so she gives her all when she has a chance.

Belle woke up with a jolt her heart pounding as if she ran a marathon. Bullets of sweat down her forehead with the collar of her shirt damp, and her breathing shallow and frantic. The nightmare was still vivid in her mind- blood, guts, and grotesque figures straight out of the horror movie marathon she had foolishly attempted to watch last night, she forced herself through the first film not wanting to chicken out midway, but she didn’t dare start the sequel. She didn’t see why her big brother Wise told her not to place those movies on the shelves, she asked Wise why but he responded with…

“Please…just don’t…and don’t watch it.”

Now she firmly understands why. The movie was like a compilation of videos off the dark web and- what’s that?

Belle along with her heaving chest from the adrenaline freezes in place as she stares down a figure by her door. A tear trickles down her cheek as her vision goes blurry. She unwillingly remembers what the end of the movie said.

”Based on a true story.”

What if the killer from the movie is somehow right there? What if he broke in? How mangled will her body be when he’s done? But upon closer inspection, it was just her coat…she released the breathe she forgot she was holding and wiped her eyes until she could see properly again. She needs someone- anyone to talk to. Except her big brother, she didn’t want him thinking she was still a kid, or finding out she did what he told her not to. Is it still an excuse to use this as an opportunity to talk to you when she really needs this? She prayed internally for your response.

"Hey...are you awake? I know it's late, but I really need someone to talk to. Please…”