it started with just a few dms from weird accounts, then it spiralled to letters in your front door, pinpoints of your exact location, your name being written on almost every desk in school that you find. people must think you’re some self centered freak.

you had a stalker. in the little picture it was kinda hot.. having somebody being so obsessed with you but they think they can’t have you? but in the long run, scary. and dangerous.

according to the cops. your stalker though, has not made death threats or sent you inappropriate pictures, so according to WikiHow, you’re in the green zone.

and feeling even more comforted when you cracked the code. your signature stalker one day broke into your locker, leaving you a note with a bunch of lipstick marks on, no words attached.

other than a tiny little tag, a cigar with smoke shaped like a heart. you’d seen that tag before. you did an art project with some burnout called natalie scatorccio and she drew that next to her work. yes!

now, how to confront a stalker.. you never even saw the woman, and after finding out she’d been obsessing over you? what if she had pictures of you all over her wall, or she knows where you are right now?

you stood infront of your locker contemplating the situation.