Green, White, and Blue ~ A KotLC tale...

˗ˏˋ40: Sophie'ˎ˗

TW: if i give too many warnings it'll spoil the chapter so just be careful!

I know where you live. Watch your back.

I had been staring at the text for the past half hour. Of course, along with all the others.

I'm coming for you.

Just wait.

Count your days.

You can't hide from us.

Us. Whoever was behind that unknown number, there was more than one of them. And I was starting to think it was seriously a real threat.

Ding.

I looked over at my phone again, hoping and praying it was just my friends.

Unknown: What's so interesting on that phone?

Following it was a picture of me staring at my phone. Me, in the clothes I was wearing all day, sitting in the exact same spot I had been for around an hour. It was clearly taken through the window.

I rushed over, looking outside to see nobody. There was no one there. And from the angle, they would've had to been on the tree that Keefe used to get in.

Maybe they had taken it a while ago, left, then sent it? That would make the most sense. But, it still freaked me out. I made sure my window was locked and drew the curtains shut. Usually I enjoyed the natural light, but not at the cost of some stalker taking pictures of me, or being able to see me at any hour of the day.

Unknown: Shut the curtains? Did you finally realize this isn't your pathetic little ex?

Holy crap. Okay no they didn't leave, they're still there. I backed up against the wall across from the window, staring at where the curtains were still shut. My heart was trying to break free from my chest and I got that tingly, dreadful feeling in my stomach.

I crawled over to my door, wanting to stay low. Whoever it was wouldn't be able to peak through my window anyway, but I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want them to see me.

Ding.

No no no no nononono. Please no.

Unknown: Don't move another inch. If you tell anybody about this, I'll kill them.

I moved back to the wall, sandwiching in the corner between it and the foot of my bed. I curled into a ball and threw a blanket over me, completely hiding me from view.

How did they know I was moving? They shouldn't have been able to. Fear clouded my vision as I came to a realization. The only way they would've been able to see is if they were in my room. Or, had a camera.

I looked around frantically, tearing my books off the shelves and the sheets off my bed. I looked through every single trinket on my dresser and shelves, tossing them onto the floor after clearing them. There was nothing behind my posters, nothing in the lightbulbs, nothing on the walls or in my drawers or under my bed. Nothing was there. Nothing I could find.

Unknown: whatcha looking for

I was having trouble breathing, my chest was constricting and it was too hot. I clawed at the collar of my shirt, then my neck, then my hair. I threw my hands around and refused to wipe my tears or dripping nose. I didn't know what to do. What could I do? What could I do? What could I do?

Nothing. The stalker could still see me and I couldn't find how. Both my windows were closed and-wait.

All the texts had previously had capitalization and punctuation. This one had neither. Either whoever was on the other side was trying to throw me off, or one of the other people included in "us" sent that.