Mosaicked Feelings

XXXVII: She Is Crazy

Hayden's words and Edward's moments had a conflicting battle in my head, while I tossed and turned in my bed, restlessly. My chest brimmed with feelings of confusion, indecisiveness, and hurt, and my mind couldn't register a coherent explanation for all that had happened and was happening.

So I pulled out my phone and begun typing away my thoughts, which begun as arbitrary vents, ending up as another silent weep. I named it, Haunted. It was particularly about Hayden, and how I had begun to feel about him.

And every funeral inside this heart is a buried emotion
Alone inside this dark cemetery, like a sadistic ghost
The grave of my love, you possess, is just your favourite hoax

Time passed as I read and reread between the words, over-analysing and overthinking every bit of the event alongside of my day. I felt helpless and couldn't come to a good conclusion, so I simply switched apps. I begun stalking Edward's account on Instagram and ended up landing on Hannah's instead.

Her account was the kind of influencer account that advertised life lessons and stuff like that, as captions for her quite beautiful pictures. It was highly unlikely of her personality though, but I couldn't help but compare myself. She had everything, the looks, the followers, great friends, a boyfriend might I add, and the 'fake it til you make it', personality. Maybe that's what people loved about others as well. A picture-perfect image and it would be loved by thousands. No one was ready or would even approve of seeing the vulnerable dark facets of the pictures out there. Everyone loved a good act of niceness and white lies.

I scrolled back up, careful not to like any of her old photos and checked out her public story. She had posted about this one Netflix film she had been watching, and how she was loving it. I frowned at the title itself, which sounded quite off-putting and somehow felt targeted to me.

Was she trying to hint to me that she had been watching me? Did she know everything about me and Edward? What was she trying to imply to me? All the questions begun pounding my head, while I stared at my blaring phone screen unseeingly.

The leftover bits of sleep in my eyes had vanished, and I sat up straight and attentively, clutching my phone tight and frowning deeper to analyse what was she trying to say. There were some disturbing events in the film, and I instantly recognised that it had to do something against me and Edward.

Hannah was definitely a stalker. And she was obsessed with Edward and with me, indirectly. She was just trying to pass me the message that if I didn't step out of Edward's way, she probably would go to psychotic lengths to execute the consequences. This paced my anxiety again.

I started putting two and two together as I thought hard about what exactly could she be plotting against us this time and how I needed to protect myself and especially Edward.

Without much thought, I opened Netflix and decided to watch whatever film Hannah was foreshadowing me. The first episodes were undoubtedly interesting, but by then the early morning rays begun to seep into my room, indicating the end of the night and I groaned tiredly as I shifted from my frozen position.

It was the weekend so I was glad, I could stay in and probably talk to Edward about Hannah's intentions and how we needed to steer clear of her evil ideas.

With vivid dreams of being followed and the events of the film, sleep took over me.

It was late afternoon when I was woken up by my phone ringing and I grumbled, trying to feel the device beside me through the sheets. I checked the screen with squinted eyes and found Edward's number flash, seemingly calling me continuously for the past hour. I quickly answered in a beat, concern washing over me.