I Don't Matter, It's Only You...

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A few weeks had
passed.
The only feeling I knew
was being watched.
I stayed at home
mostly, and even with
no windows, the
unsettling feeling
stayed.

I hated it.

This stalker was really
starting to affect
me. I started
subconsciously hiding
myself under hoodies,
covering my face
when I smile at my
friends text messages,
doing my best to hide
my yawn while working
on paper work.
I also started not
sleeping well after a
while, struggling to
even keep my eyes
closed without wanting
to hide in a closet for
the rest of my life.

Was this hell on earth?

'Min, come out!
The boys miss you',
My friend, Hyunwook,
texted me. I sighed,
staring at the message
knowing very well I'd have
an uninvited guest
tagging along.

'Who's all going to be there?'

'Haneul, Minho, In-su,
and myself.'

I glanced over at the
corner of my room and
sighed, slowly looking
up to the roof. Something
caught my eye. A tiny,
barely noticeable
flashing light.

I cursed under my
breath as I set my
phone aside, sitting up.
Getting up, I grabbed the
chair I kept in the corner
of the room and dragged it
over to the strange light.
I already knew what it was.
I found one of these
camera in my living room.

I stared at it for a
minute before grabbing
the duct tape and
climbing up on the chair.
The camera was
covered pretty quick,
making me feel a lot
more confident in
solitude.

I'm not as bothered
with being watched as
I initially was when
I first found out.
It's more of a silent
tolerance
thing since I have no
way to report it.

Since I knew I was
under the strong
surveillance of my
stalker at all times, I
gave up on the idea
of leaving my house. I
told my boss about how
I felt sick, which
wasn't a complete lie,
so I didn't have to go
into work for another
few weeks.

Food didn't seem
as enjoyable.

Friends didn't seem
as fulfilling.

This stalker
was the only thing
on my mind.

I hated it.

I heard a gentle
tap on my window.

I bolted out of my
bed and to my window,
paranoia settling in.

There.

His eyes.

Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.