𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

After receiving another little box and a bouquet of red roses, you ran to Mattheos room. He’s the closest person that will keep you safe from this psycho.

For the past five months, this guy has been stalking you. Giving gifts to you and writing you little notes. May sound cute but these notes have been getting darker. They started as sweet compliments and short poems that ‘reminded him of you’, but now they’re getting more creepy and more frequent.

He hasn’t done anything super serious yet, but for some reason, seeing that little box on your bed and those flowers with the thorns still attached made your stomach drop to hell.

Once you got to Mattheos, he asked what happened and you told him everything for the first time. You asked him to go search your dorm and around your dorm to see if anything looked weird. He said yes and told you to relax, lay down and relax because you’re safe.

He left his dorm, locking it behind him which brought you some comfort. You laid in his bed, bringing his duvet up to your chin. To get comfy, you slid your arm underneath his pillow, but you hit something.

You sat up a little, grabbing the item and pulling it out. It was a black journal with a red rose going up the spine. You furrowed your brows and opened it to the first page. Your class schedule.

Your brows sank deeper into their furrow and turned the page to see a portrait of you. Next page, a poem. The first poem your stalker ever sent to you. Next page, a small polaroid picture of you sleeping slipped down onto the bed, the drawing version of it sketched onto the paper.

As your hand frantically moved through the pages, your panic growing. You slammed the book closed, throwing it onto the sheets and jumped out of Mattheos bed and running to the door. As you unlocked it, you were met with a tall figure standing on the other side of the door. Mattheo.

He’s back…