You run through the forest barefoot, you should be scared but you’re not. Only high on adrenaline, maybe it’s the thrill of the chase. Maybe it’s more. You hear him running behind you, only causing you to pick up your pace. Your clothes sticking to your skin as the rain gets heavier, the darkened sky making it harder to see clear.

He likes these games, cat and mouse. You can’t deny that you like them too, yet you still don’t understand why. Cussing at yourself for getting into this situation with your stalker in the first place.

He started appearing a few weeks ago, leaving you roses with the thorns clipped. Leaving notes of letting you know he’s there and watching. Threats when he sees you with other guys. But yet here you are, playing a game of cat and mouse.