Wrath's POV.
It has been a few days since my birthday and everything started to feel off in my own apartment. I became uncomfortable in my own home and I didn't know why. I never took off the snowflake necklace as it was a new way to calm myself.
I needed to go out to the store to get some food for my apartment. Right now, anywhere other than my apartment felt safe in comparison. I'd normally get my mom to get some stuff from the store and drop it off at my apartment but I knew that I couldn't stay in my apartment, for today at least.
I got up and got dressed, it felt unnerving as I did so. I quickly placed my pocket knife, phone, journal, and a pen in the pouch of my hoodie.
I got out of my apartment quickly and locked the door.
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As I walked to the nearest store, I felt eyes on me and kept my guard up, not knowing where it was coming from.
But once I got to the store, I was glad to be around others for once in my life. I pulled out my journal and pen. I made it look like I had a grocery list when instead I was really taking note of where I was and the time, unsafe.
I made my way through the store, basket in hand, and since I didn't have a list I instead took tally marks for each item I got. But I still felt extremely uncomfortable and unsafe, once I caught a glance at my stalker. I couldn't see their face but I saw what they were wearing.
I knew that whoever this was, would try something today, they were being way too obvious and actually showing themselves to me. It all gave me bad signals and I started to panic internally.
I made one last note in my journal before leaving the store saying...
Time: 10:28 Date: 11/4
To anyone reading this I'm Andrew Wrath
Please get this to the police as quickly as possible and do a full search of my apartment
I didn't feel safe in there this morning
I'm being followed by a man, about 5'10, with raven hair, and a white bandanna on his head
Tell my family that I miss them if I've gone missing or if I'm dead
...I finished writing it a placed it back in my pocket. I took my bag of groceries and made my way out. Since I knew most of the shortcuts home, I took them, alleyways, different streets, and looked behind myself every so often.
One of the times I looked back, I saw the same raven-haired person but this time they were wearing a mask and that's when I actually started to panic. We were the only two really outside, as it was early in the morning so I was able to keep track of them.
Although because of my panicked state, I made a wrong turn, ending up at a dead-end alleyway.
My eyes went wide at my horrible realization, I turned around immediately and was now standing face to face with my 'stalker.' I got a good look at the mask they were wearing, it was a smiling demon mask. I looked at their hands and spotted a knife, as they started to walk over to me.
He soon charged at me and I was barely able to dodge the incoming blade, as it grazed my face, as I fell to the floor and got up quickly. After he took a swing at me, I dropped my bag, as I threw my journal behind one of the trash cans as secretive as possible.
I pulled out my pocket knife and tried to stab him in the shoulder but missed. I took the only chance I had to run, but I didn't make it very far before they caught up with me and slammed my head against the wall. I slid down the wall feeling my consciousness slipping from me.
