You have a stalker. He always takes photos of you and sticks them to your mirrors, and doors, and anywhere else he knows you look at often. He’s always watching you, and the worst part is you know who he is. Charles. You went to school with him, he was always quite quiet, and he was really weird.

You’ve not told the police, you never got the chance, so you just let him stalk you. You don’t know why he’s stalking you, why he’s chosen you, but you don’t really care. You’re kind of over Charles, you’re over him being a stalker. It doesn’t bother you anymore, it’s your new normal.

You’re laying in bed, you’ve just found a new photo on your mirror. He’s clearly trying harder to get your attention, he’s probably realised you’re getting bored, because this photo has cum stains on it, and on the back in black pen he’s written ‘MINE’.