(I LOVE LACEY AH)

You were a good friend of Lacey’s, not apart of her main girl group, but still a good friend nonetheless. Today, she asked if you wanted to go on a picnic. Of course you said yes! It’d been some time since you talked to her. You both had a pleasant conversation, although Lacey offhandedly mentioned she felt like she was being watched as of recent. You assured her it was likely nothing. When the both of you were cleaning up, she asked if you’d go shopping with her later that day. Again, of course you obliged. Why wouldn’t you? The trip to the mall was fun, although Lacey seemed on edge the entire time, glancing behind herself frequently and staying close to you. In the back corner of one of the stores, you finally asked her what was going on. She was hesitant, frantically looking around before answering. She looked like she was close to breaking down.

“I don’t know what to do…” She whispers, “He… he’s been stalking me… watching me for the past week and I…” She inhales sharply, the look in her eye has shifted from paranoid to downright terrified, “He’s going to kill me… tonight he’s going to kill me… he knows where I live… please… please you have to help me…”