Warnings: literal stalking lmfao, knife play, blood play, choking, spanking
For months Y/N felt as though an extra set of eyes was always spying on her. It was a new feeling of paranoia, one that differed from the nervous one most people felt late at night. Once the sun set, it seemed as though she was no longer alone in her apartment.
It started when she returned home from a lecture that was scheduled later than normal. That night things felt off in her personal space. Nothing was out of sorts, so she credited it to the schedule change. Reasoning didn't settle the rapid beating of her heart and the way she consistently looked over her shoulder.
It would make sense to say these feelings would continue to grow more severe, though that wouldn't be accurate. Of course, as more and more things started to feel strange, the fear would continue to increase. Though, sooner or later it was as if it had reached its' max. Y/N still felt the fast pace of her heart and still continued as if someone were watching, but the feeling of fear was starting to grow numb.
It was like that for a while, this static time of acceptance lasting a couple of months. That's when the sleepy memories started to come. Memories of what she'd see or feel when she awoke randomly in the night, so vague she couldn't help but brush them off as dreams.
Dreams of a warm body pressed against her own, holding her frame close as the heat radiated off. That was a normal thing for any lonely girl to want. Writing it off as a dream gave her assurance that the feeling of content she experienced was normal.
Not only was it more emotionally fulfilling to brush it off, but it was also more realistic. If someone were sneaking around her home every night, trying to stay unnoticed, why would they risk it by sleeping in her bed?
Still, things were starting to seem too fitting. Her bed was warm when she awoke, her sheets smelt nicer than usual, she awoke feeling alone in a way she wasn't used to. She always rolled out of bed alone, yet she was starting to feel like someone else should be there.
The positive feelings she accompanied with her memories, or dreams, were quite contradictory with the feeling of violation she felt as well. Feeling like someone was watching her without her knowledge made her feel powerless. It hadn't interfered too severely, but it created a different sort of isolation.
Telling someone would make the issue too real. They'd feel for her, maybe ask her to stay with them or go to the cops. Y/N was going off of feelings and what could possibly be dreams alone.
So, that's what led to her performing her nightly routine without any plans of falling asleep. There were no classes the next day, so she knew she could afford to stay up a couple extra hours. By the time she was set for bed, she found herself tucked in like usual with her eyes shut and her mind racing.
It was silent for what felt like hours. Part of her was ready to call a quits and head to bed, realizing how silly this paranoia really was. Just when her eyelids started to grow heavy, she heard her door push open, just as quickly being shut.
Her stomach sunk as footsteps became audible. As happy as she was to know she wasn't delusional, the reality of the situation was nauseating. This was no longer a little idea in her head, but a dangerous situation she was interfering with.
There was no longer the option of backing out or changing her mind. Now that her suspicions were confirmed, what was there to do?
The steps came closer to her room, the sound of her door gently being pushed open sending icy chills down her spine. Her hands shook in a way that she feared would alert this intruder of her consciousness. With deep breaths that weren't too obvious, she reminded herself that he hadn't hurt her in the past- so as long as she kept up her act she'd be alright.
