Obsessed

The Aftermath

Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal as she walked out of the police station. Her mind was racing, replaying all the memories she shared with her best friend. She couldn't believe that the person she trusted with her life turned out to be the copycat killer.

As she reached her car, she slumped into the driver's seat and rested her forehead on the steering wheel. She couldn't bear to face the reality of what had happened. She had lost her best friend, and she couldn't imagine her life without her.

Y/N stayed in her car for what seemed like hours, trying to process everything that had happened. Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing.

Y/N: (answers the phone) Hello?

Detective: (on the phone) Y/N, it's Detective Smith. How are you holding up?

Y/N: (sighs) I don't know, Detective. It's just all so surreal. I can't believe it's over.

Detective: (reassuringly) I know it's tough, Y/N, but you did a great job helping us catch the killer. We couldn't have done it without you.

Y/N: (weakly) Thanks, Detective.

Detective: (continues) Listen, I know this is hard, but I need you to come down to the station tomorrow to make a statement. It's important for the trial.

Y/N: (nods) Yeah, I'll be there.

Detective: (sincerely) Y/N, I know this is a lot to ask, but would you be willing to testify in court? Your testimony could help us convict the copycat.

Y/N: (pauses) I don't know, Detective. I just don't know if I can handle it.

Detective: (understandingly) I understand, Y/N. It's okay to take some time to think about it. Just let me know when you've made a decision.

Y/N hung up the phone and let out a deep breath. She couldn't believe she was being asked to testify in court. The thought of reliving the events of the past few weeks was too much to bear.

Y/N knew she had to make a decision soon, but for now, she needed to focus on taking care of herself. She couldn't let the events of the past few weeks consume her.

Y/N wiped away her tears and started the car. As she drove home, she realized that things would never be the same again. But she knew she had to move forward and try to heal from the pain and betrayal she had experienced.

Y/N spent the next few weeks in a daze, going through the motions of her daily life but feeling numb inside. She couldn't believe what had happened, and she couldn't stop thinking about her former best friend.

One day, she received a call from her therapist.

Therapist: (concerned) Y/N, how have you been?

Y/N: (flatly) Fine, I guess.

Therapist: (gentle) That doesn't sound convincing. How are you really doing?

Y/N: (sighs) I don't know. I feel like I'm in a fog. Everything seems unreal.

Therapist: (nodding) That's normal. You've been through a traumatic experience, and it takes time to process.

Y/N: (sadly) I just can't believe she did this to me. She was my best friend.

Therapist: (understanding) It's hard to trust again after something like this happens. But remember, not everyone is like her.

Y/N: (nodding) I know. I just feel so betrayed.

Therapist: (encouraging) You'll get through this, Y/N. You're a strong person.

Y/N: (forces a small smile) Thank you. I'm trying.

Therapist: (smiling) That's all anyone can ask of you. Just keep taking it one day at a time.

Y/N hung up the phone feeling a little better. She knew it would take time to heal, but she was determined to get through this.

As the weeks went on, Y/N started to come out of her fog. She went back to work and started seeing her friends again. But something was still missing. She felt like she had lost a part of herself, and she didn't know if she could ever get it back.

One day, she was sitting in a café, staring out the window, when she heard someone call her name.

Voice: (calling out) Y/N?

Y/N turned around and saw Niki standing there, looking a little hesitant.

Y/N: (surprised) Niki, hi.

Niki: (nervously) Can I join you?

Y/N: (shrugs) Sure.

Niki sat down across from her, and for a few moments, they sat in silence.

Niki: (tentatively) How are you doing?

Y/N: (sighs) I'm okay, I guess. It's been tough, but I'm getting through it.

Niki: (nodding) That's good. I'm glad to hear that.

Y/N: (curious) What about you? How have you been?

Niki: (smiles) I've been good. Busy with work, but good.

Y/N: (smiling) That's great. I'm glad things are going well for you.

Niki: (pauses) Listen, Y/N, I know I messed up before. I didn't mean to hurt you.

Y/N: (sighs) I know. It's just been hard to trust anyone lately.

Niki: (understanding) I get that. But I want you to know that I'm here for you. If you ever need anything, just let me know.

Y/N: (surprised) Really?

Niki: (nodding) Yeah. I know I messed up, but I still care about you, Y/N. You're my friend.

Y/N: (smiling) Thanks, Niki. That means a lot.

Niki: (smiling back) Of course. Friends stick together, right?

Y/N felt a warmth in her chest that she hadn't felt in