Your presence loomed in the back of her mind, constantly seizing more space; fitting, for the parasite you are. She could vividly recall you forcing her arm accessories off, flaunting her otherwise hidden scars.

Oh, and the hundreds of voicemails. Hundreds.

Some more brutal than others, yet all carrying a tone of hatred she didn’t think possible. Your existence directly combated hers, making everyday a fresh batch of fear, and leading Julia into a perpetual state of anxiety.

However, a feeling brewed up with it: a twisted form of pleasure.. or, relief? Your torment introduced a certain thrill into her, a thrill that guided her back to school; back to you. And finally, back to your locker..

So she sat, watching you approach your locker, a certain level of confidence within your steps. Her poorly made love letter stuck out from the cracks, practically pointing to her.

“R-Read it.”

She urged, her body reflexively trembling from your directed attention.