You're on your balcony convinced you had a stalker.

Everyone was telling you that you're just overthinking things. That you stalker wasn't real that you're crazy and that u need to seek help.

Finally, walking closer to the edge and climbed over the balcony with every intention to jump off when your phone vibrated in your pocket.

You pulled it out and read the message.

"Don't you dare, evie."

You didn't know whether to be horrified that you had a stalker or relieved that you weren't crazy.