Let's say you're a criminology student who lives in the Midwest.
Out of curiosity you try to get more information about your friends death. You accidentally end up falling into a rabbit hole and start your own investigation.
Trying to solve this my...
Cw: swear words, cursing, mention of death, paranoia, blood, mention of gore, being stalked, gun, other weapons, being shot, losing, mental issues, going insane, anger
SEASON 3
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With a aching body you slowly woke up from a deep unsettling dream. Your throat felt sore and dry while a headache started brewing up and getting stronger. Disoriented as fuck you struggled to sit up as your eyes fell upon your bandaged wrist, arm and shoulder. Then the clock, 7 pm. You were able to move your wrist so it wasn't broken. Moving in general was hard and painful but you managed just fine. The wheels inside your head started spinning. Looking around slowly you saw that you were still in the middle room at your work. It was quiet and you did not hear a single soul around. There were sounds of driving by cars and some people outside, that was it. You were alone. The room was clean from gore and blood.
Did it really happen or did you just dream everything? Silly you. You couldn't have. When you moved your arm it literally felt like someone tried to amputated it.
You stand up almost falling but managed to walk over to the table next to the coffee machine with weak, shaky legs. Accidentally you send one of the chairs falling onto the ground because the dizziness was kicking in hard and you had almost no motor skills. Grabbing the water bottle that was standing on the table you downed half of the thing just in a few seconds. Breathing unevenly you put the bottle down again almost pouring the contents out. Next to where you put down the water bottle were some pain killers, vitamin pills, a granolasbar and a yellow sticky note.
You sat down sloppily and looked at it dumbly. Trying to calm down and recover you just stared down onto it and read the step by step instructions like 5 times until you fully understood them.
At the edge of the table was your phone, plugged in and charging innocently. You eyed it like it could come alive and jump you at any second, you didn't dare touch it. You didn't dare touch anything but the water. Your head was filling up with questions over question marks over questions.
The sticky note was making you feel irritated. It was Nolan's hand writing but it was signed with a frowny face. Nolan never left any sticky notes for you nor any pain killers. It was always that creep...
Slowly recalling the events from a few hours before in more detail you just wanted to scream. Standing up you grabbed a grey and black striped zip up that was lying around in your suspiciously open standing locker. You zipped it up over the white tank top you were wearing after struggling with your arm. It was fucking cold.
You knew that you couldn't push the blame on a freaky coincidence now that you were confident in the fact that you weren't crazy. You were getting stalked and played mind games on. For. A. Fucking. While.
It was driving you absolutely nuts.
The instructions almost made you go berserk. Who did he think he was??? Giving you orders to stay here and not do anything while Nolan was probably getting killed or something. The cop- officer Clemens got killed in front of your eyes by him. And now he expected you to fucking trust him blindly because he didn't unalive you??? What a fucking cocky bastard.
