Everything went fast these past days.First of all, Link and I reported Linkle's behavior to the police. And I wouldn't lie if I said that it was one of the most stressful experience in my life, not only because I had to tell someone I didn't know what an unknown was doing to torture me, but also because Link and I had been separated during our statements.
Him, the only one who could calm me down when I was about to break. The only one I desperately needed when I was telling the policeman how that stalker was harassing me, how that stalker was threatening me, following me and trying to scare me, wasn't there.
Who am I fooling. She's not trying to scare me. She scares me.
He wasn't there. And I had to face it alone, I had to explain everything alone, I had to calm my nerves alone.
How can I even survive if you're not here with me ?
Happily the policeman who was taking my statement was really kind and patient, listening to me with a great sense of humanity, letting me all the time I needed to get a grip on myself when I was about to shed tears and to tell this whole story. So, as he suggested to me, I related the events in a chronological way, and only the events I knew something about.
So, I started by the first little papers I recieved, to the day she keyed my car and how I noticed the words that were written on my car were the same as on the papers, until the little papers were now letters where someone – or a whole goup, judging by the little Yiga mark at the end of the letters – was wishing my death. I added my recent discovery about an account called Linkle where a creepy girl was stalking me, sending pictures of me at school or in the streets and various messages where she was cursing me or spreading rumors about me. Of course, I couldn't say it was the same person – even if I was pretty sure of myself – but I told them how I had doubts about the fact that she was acting alone.
Then, I gave them all the letters and pictures of my car while Link gave the many screenshots of the conversation he had with that unknown stalker. Of course my policeman advised me that I should keep the incoming letters and keep him informed if there was something new while his team will do everything they can to discover who was her – or him.
And Link and I finally got reunited again.
We both thanked them for their professionalism and they let us know they will give us news as soon as they discovered something before we exited the building and locked us in the car.
Of course I bursted into tears as this experience was too intense for me, but Link kept telling me that I'd been courageous and strong while I was alone with the policeman. But I couldn't help thinking about one thing.
How will I be able to do it again ? How will I be able to face them again and tell me what happened with Toruma ? How will I be able to tell them what happened in the alley and in the corridor, how he followed me, how he touched me, how he kissed me against my will before he slapped my face and tried to kill me ?
It would be terrible. How would I be able to live that nightmare again, under the judgment of unknown policemen ? How would I be able to live that nightmare again on my own ? How would I be able to live that nightmare again without him ? Without my pillar. Without the reason why I didn't break.
It will be impossible. It will be too hard for me.
Because, despite everything Link could say, I wasn't strong or courageous enough. I was too weak to talk. Despite how shameful it was.
But, don't you want to make that nightmare stop ? Don't you want to finally live in peace, knowing he would be in jail ?
If he ended up in jail. Maybe he will only have to pay a fine, or do hours of public service. And maybe he won't get a restraining order.
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Candlelight | A Breath of the Wild / Tears of the Kingdom ZeLink Modern AU
Fanfiction« Nothing will never do us apart. » It's been six months since I fell in love for the first time of my life. All of this because of him. Him, Link Farore. A talented fencer, ready to do his third Olympic Games in Paris . A twenty years-old reckless...