Erela's POV :
Well, well, well.
I just did my homework.
It's 8:28 p.m. right now.
Night.
And I didn't go to Uncle Roger's office because I didn't have any energy or will to go.
I also took a nap in the evening because I was overthinking about that thing with Lance that just happened, involuntarily.
A nap always helps.
That's when I got a notification on my phone
Unknown : wassup, eerie.
Unknown : I saw you today all dressed up to go to the church.
Unknown : you looked really pretty.
Unknown : until I got to know that you actually went to someone else's house.
Unknown : don't take this, lightly.
Unknown : and no, I'm not threatening you, I'm just warning you.
Unknown : this is going to be just a little glimpse of my love.
The heck.
Jesus.
I don't understand the nickname, eerie?
Eerie is more like a word which describes
No one has ever called me that.
Or,
Have they?
That's when my phone turns off by itself.
I try to open it again but it doesn't work well as a message pops up on my screen in big font letters
"I SEE YOU INSIDE-OUT."
What the heck happened to phone?
Oh Lord.
Oh Lord.
Oh Lord.
It's not working, it's isn't working.
The actual heck.
That's when realization hits me, he hacked my phone.
No exact, actual, serious way.
The heck.
Why?!?
Why is this happening to me?
What did I do?
I seriously don't think this is just any random admirers, I've had admirers before and it's nothing like this.
And I repeat, nothing like this, not even close.
This is not an admirer but a stalker.
Admirers are just all lovey dovey and cute, they give you letters and gifts, sometimes publicly and sometimes anonymously.
But this.
This is not a random person in love.
This is a freaking stalker.
Oh Lord.
A stalker who is also a hacker.
Oh Christ.
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My body tenses up.
It's all tensed up and I can't move, I try to move atleast any one limp in my body but it doesn't move.
None does.
I start to panic as this makes me uncomfortable.
Every attempt of mine fails, deliberately.
And every failed attempt of mine makes me panic even more.
My mind is saying "Stay calm because calmness is the key here and it'll help you get up." But my heart and soul says "He's still haunting me."
I know this is sleep paralysis.
But this feels like a nightmare as I don't see a demon on top of me choking me to death but a lovely creature who was always lovely but never lovely at the same.
I can still remember that day I was mourning him in his grave and it feels like he's looking at me with the same look, I had in my face that time, the same eyes, dead and lifeless and haunting as always.
You couldn't figure out the emotions on it's face as he looked neither sad nor mad.
But I know him very well.
I know that he's probably looking at me with the lifeless eyes which were once so filled with life, it overflowed.
It certainly did.
And I'm so happy atleast I witnessed it once.
But so sad that I never so it again.
He's probably looking at me saying "You said you loved me but you couldn't protect me, you couldn't save me?"
Ofcourse, I loved you my dear.
Never loved anymore more or even equal to you, till now.
Yet.
And I know, I never will.
But ofcourse, I couldn't protect you.
I'm not as strong as you, my dear.
And ofcourse, I couldn't save you.
How could I save you, when I needed saving myself?
I was stuck in such a situation, where I couldn't think straight.
My mind was too occupied with thoughts that I regret.
One wrong move and all is gone.
Dead and gone.
Just like you.
If I could have gotten another chance to live that moment again.
I would rather die than live that moment again.
Atleast in hell or heaven, I wouldn't have to worry about this.
Atleast in non-existence, I wouldn't die every second of me just going through that moment.
If I could have gotten another chance to change a single thing about it.
I would have rather saved you than myself.
Even if I had a bullet to my head.
I'm not as important as you, my dear.
You haunt me.
My mind.
My heart.
And my soul.
And I wish I could forget about you.
But a little part in me, wishes that never happens, ever.
That's when my body moves and I wake up in a fright from that nightmare.
I look at the time, it's 1:56 a.m. in the night, more like early morning.
I hope I can atleast pretend to forget this, even in my thoughts.
I don't even want to think about this when I wake up.
Well, here you go just a little glimpse of my inner thoughts.
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Morning.
It's the next day.
I doing all good.
I did my usual morning routine and had breakfast.
I was on my phone and noticed Lance texted me.
Lance : hey Rilly.
Lance : good morning baby.
Lance : wassup?
Baby???
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