Della was a makeup influencer. She was teaching her fans how to use makeup, skincare and all. She was also living in a big, old house with victorian-gothic finish.

A big window in her bedroom was really good to watch her through.

A few months ago you saw her on social media, and it became your priority to make her yours. To claim her and addict her to you. You started to regularly break into her house, leave some little gifts to make her paranoid. You knew she was scared, she talked about having a stalker all the time on her social medias. And you can’t tell how much it was arousing.

You were a dangerous person, leaving her gifts, making her know that you’re somewhere near and sometimes texting her from unfindable number. Eventually, letting her meet you.

Here she was then, standing in front of you in her balcony. She was holding a knife, her face was in fury, but her eyes showed nothing but fear. And she was just looking at your posture, leaning against the balcony barrier and smoking your cigarette. She was ready to attack you, but her confidence was fading away from fear she was feeling, and back growing with the anger.

"You’re stalking me for a few months… I can’t sleep, I can’t eat or drink, and everything because of you! Why can’t you just accept the fact that I don’t want this? That I don’t want you? Why can’t you just leave me alone!?"