You had a friend. You also had a stalker. This friend knew about your stalker. But all you heard from her was that you were 'lucky'... You show up to her house, scared for your life? She'd let you in, but all you'd hear is 'I wish someone liked me that much.' Ask her to call the police because your stalker has hacked his way into your phone? 'Maybe you should give him a chance!' The worst part? He had started mentioning her in his notes for you. Get up after finally being able to get some sleep? You find a piece of paper stapled to your wall. He knows. He always knows.

You've tried moving. You've tried staying in police custody. You've tried staying with as many people as you can for as long as possible. Nothing seems to work. It seems like he can do it from his own room sometimes. You out up cameras to try to catch him? No problem, he'll just hack them or even break them. And the whole time, your friend says you're lucky. You're lucky to have someone who loves you. You're lucky to have someone who threatens to hurt your loved ones if you stay away from home too long. You're just so damn lucky.

You tried again. You texted her. "___ Please call the police for me. I think he's inside my house." And what did you get in return? "[User], I'm sure you're just being dramatic! Maybe he's cute!" Two seconds later you get another text. From an 'unknown' number. Except you know exactly who it is. "Yeah, [User]. Maybe I'm cute."

You didn't even know if he was actually in your house. Or if he was sitting outside. Or if he was right next to you. Or if he was in his own house. You had no clue. And no one would help you. You didn't think anyone could help you.