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𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢.

IT WAS A LONG DAY WITH, Tatum and Y/N, but atleast it was a long day of fun. Y/N was completely paranoid, so being able to relax, sure that there was not anyone out to get her every second, was such a great feeling. She never thought Tatum could relax her like this, especially with the many of the other decisions she'd made in the past, but apparently she thought wrong. She was laid peacefully asleep beside the blonde, her head against her overlapped arms while she breathed softly, no worries causing her to wake up.

Well, that was before she fluttered her eyes open at the sound of three loud notifications that came from her phone. That's when she perked up and narrowed her eyes at the device that laid infront of her, contemplating on whether she should open it or not.

Y/N just continued staring deeply at her phone for a few more minutes before another ping came from it, causing her to shrug before she scooped it up, unlocking it for a moment after. Her eyes widened when she saw that she had four notifications from a number she didn't know. Her heart dropped through her body while her thumb shakily pressed on the message icon.

E/C eyes reading at the texts that laid on her screen, her body went cold and she almost felt like all of the energy and life that was once sucked in her was immediately gone.

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Your body is so pretty.

You look so soft and pretty when you sleep, pretty one.

Awww, you can't be that sleepy gorgeous.

I see you're awake pretty.

She felt quick tears grow through her eyes as she backed up and turned to the blonde beside her, but just as she was about to wake her up to show her the texts she'd gotten from a mysterious person on the other side of her phone, she saw some more texts come in, causing her to stop in her tracks so she could know what they'd said.

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You wouldn't tell her if you knew what was good for you, baby..

Heart beating heavily throughout her chest, Y/N only felt her heart sinking deeper into her body as she tried to keep herself together, telling herself that this wouldn't be the day that she would die. After all, she was talking to someone that couldn't even show her their damn face.

Y/N closed her eyes for a second before she peeled them open again, her fingers now gently tapping at the screen, already knowing exactly what it was she was going to say to this person.

Y/N
Who are you??

???
I'm no one to you yet, but soon I will be. You'll know me very well.

This only caused the teen to shudder while darting her eyes around, seeing nothing but darkness around and no movement from anywhere or anything. It only made her freak out even more. Just knowing that someone was out there currently watching her every move was so trippy.

She didn't know exactly what to say to the text she's just received, but what she did know was that it didn't sit with her at all. She felt like she wanted to barf, and the person that was stalking her could obviously see that because another text came in, making her freeze up once again.

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Awww, your little face is so cute when you're scared.

Eyebrows furrowing, that's when the girl then typed at her screen some more, a bead of sweat falling down the side of her forehead as she did so. She never knew texting someone could be so much work, but then again she was probably talking to some kind of murderer that she didn't know of.

Y/N
Where are you watching me from?

And why won't you just leave me alone??

What did I do to deserve this?

Now Y/N couldn't even conceal the fact that she was afraid because the tormentor could see her at that very moment, and it was not helping her at all. She didn't know what to do, so she just looked around in panic, trying to find any source of information.

This wasn't the best feeling at all, and although that was insanely clear, she just kept feeling worse and worse. She didn't think it would be like this at all. She thought after today she would return home and everything would be okay, but no. Her fate just had to be different.

She didn't even think she would ever feel safe with herself ever again in her life because of this person, and she genuinely started to hope that it was some kind of sick joke that someone put on her, even if that meant she would hate this person for the rest of her life. She thought it was way better than actually being in contact with with a real serial killer.