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p2 ; miles morales E42 ▸ a stalkers help *

part 2 of 'a stalkers help' - new title : nightmares are warnings
not fluff anymore (honestly the last chapter really wasn't fluff either, but I'm too lazy to change it)
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enjoy !

⚠️ [ ! a corny chapter ! ] ⚠️         😔

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[ second person pov ]

months passed from that odd encounter you had with that strange older man and the prowler.

you forgot about it for the most part, well, you kinda forced yourself to forget about it.

you've been having strange nightmares, they're all so oddly real, and they don't seem like dreams at all.

nightmares where this weird figure follows you around, watching you, and you know they're there, but for some reason you can't ever bring it up to anyone in your dream, it's like your mouth gets sealed shut.

it's always repeating, and reoccurring.

it makes you extremely paranoid.

more paranoid then you've ever been in your entire life.

you've been starting to get scared easily.
on the edge.
jumpy.
fidgety.
shaky.
and it's all become a habit.
you don't even notice when you do it, the only way you know you are doing it is because your dad, friends, and teachers ask you about it.

you don't know what's going on anymore.
but really, have you ever?
now looking back, you realize you've always been clueless.

[ first person pov ]

all I want to do, is find out what's causing those dreams.
I sometimes believe dreams do have meanings.
and maybe they're telling me something I don't know.

my dad is going on a trip out of town for a week, he trusts me, and wants me to be safe.
he even considered getting a baby sitter, but he chose not to.
because he trusts me.
a lot.
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now I pray that nothing happens when he's gone, or he'll never trust me again.
gotta be careful y/n !
be safe.
be responsible.
and remember, don't do stupid.
easy enough, right?
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well, let's hope it's that easy.

"bye love, keep the doors locked, and don't blow all the cash you were given quickly," my dad says, hugging me tightly, and getting into the drivers seat of his car.
"I know daddd," I huff, he's told me this all week before he left, "I love you too," I smile, waving goodbye.
he scoffs, "I love you more," he said, rolling up his windows so he could keep that last word.
he's childish sometimes.
he's probably the reason you're so childish too.

he drives out of his parking spot on the sidewalk, I wave to him until I couldn't see him anymore.

once he was gone, I turn around, heading back inside the house, locking the door behind me.

this week will be different, first of all, because my dad isn't here, but also because of school.
today is sunday, and I have school on monday, tuesdays, and wednesday, but I have the school days off on thursday and friday because of a double holiday.
5 day weekend.
it's nice.
but I already know I'm going to get bored easily.