TAKE 3.

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THERES SOMEONE FOLLOWING ME.

They think I dont know. Im fucking terrified. But I cant bring myself to turn the corner at the police station. All I can do is text my friends, though they dont seem to take me seriously.

Adryenne is drunk texting, which isn't like herself, though since shes been hanging out with Rhea shes changed. Zoey isn't responding, I think she might be sleeping, which is also unlike herself. Shes one of the most hardworking people I know. Just yesterday they were fine and suddenly today after having an early shift they're both acting off. What the fuck happened at work?

But thats irrelevant right now. Because the man behind me is speeding up. Im too scared to change my pace. So I walk at the same pace.

He gets closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Even closer.

Fucking hell he's walking next to me now.

Now he's... wait. He's walking in front of me.

But fuck why do I feel so itchy. And I'm not talking about metaphorically. I mean literally. My eyes are itchy and watering.

I sneezed.

The man turned to look at me and I could swear theres a smirk on his face, if it wasn't for the lighting being worse than my grades in highschool.

Why am I sneezing anyway in the dead of winter. Without a single plant around. Maybe Im just getting a cold.

I turned the corner feeling relieved. I thought tonight I would die. I make my way to my apartment and see flower petals. The ground is snowy but its all moved out the way to outer sidewalk space making room for people to walk. What flower even is that? A rose? Cant be. Those petals aren't shaped like that. The even more annoying thing is I keep damn sneezing and my eyes are getting itchier.

When I got inside my apartment the petals disappeared. Thankfully. I opened the front gates with my key and walked into the building. None of my neighbors were awake oddly. It's like the universe aligned everyone to act out of place today.

I walked into the elevator only for the overwhelming smell of flowers to come straight to my nose the minute I get on my floor. I walk down the hallway to my apartment and what do you know, a big bouquet of flowers. Asters specifically

To most this wouldn't be a big deal. To me? It is. Im allergic to asters. And the fucker who delivered them knew this. I kicked the boquet over to the side and reached into my pocket for my key. I felt something else instead. Soft. I took it out my pocket.

An aster. The guy who walked so close to me.. the one who was supposedly following me, he placed an aster in my pocket. Thats why I was sneezing so much.

I grabbed the key from my pocket and opened my door. I shut it and made sure I locked it. Tight.

I walked around the house and locked all the windows too. I seriously need to add blinds to my bathroom window now.

I walked into my bedroom, the last place in the house.

My heart dropped.

A bouquet of asters, this time a note next to it.

"Since I figured you might throw the other one away"- Love JJ.

He's not even hiding it. What the fuck.

I have bigger problems than fucking bathroom blinds now. I need my locks changed.

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