It had been days, passing by so slowly, it was as if the time slowed just for you, taunting you every single step you took. You could no longer sleep before, you felt disturbed and violated, unfortunately you worked at home as an author so there was no choice but to stay home.

currently sat atop your kitchen counter contemplating what to do next, staring mindlessly at the roses placed on the island in the centre of the kitchen. He had striked again and it was messing with you. Taking the rose into a close analysis, noticing the thorns were clipped off, strange?

Brushing that aside, to quickly grab the roses and toss them in the trash. A low scoff escaping your parted lips as you tread carefully back into your room, to hopefully get some more work done.

Finally being able to sit down at your desk and get at least some work done considering the recent writers block, you notice your phone ding indicating a recent message. Wondering who would be messaging you at this hour, you pick it up and read the message shown across the screen, an unknown number… “You shouldn't have done that.”

Rolling your eyes with a scoff, as you place your phone back down. Taking a slight glance at your window as you continue mindless typing away on your computer. You notice something…

A very tall figure just standing there… half his body hidden by a nearby tree, staring right at you almost with a sinister gaze it seemed, even though the man wore a sniper hood.

your stalker…