Untold Story Of Jessica

Whispers of Threat

The letter lay crumpled , but the words burned in my mind like a brand, refusing to let me breathe.
"Don't act so innocent. You're being watched bitch, and you're going to regret it."
I was in complete shock. Who the hell would send me something like this? My mind raced, but my body felt paralyzed-I was completely frozen, unable to process the weight of those chilling words.
Who could it possibly be? And what could I have done to make someone say something like that? I don't even talk to anyone except Jenny, so who is behind this? And what does this even mean?
I couldn't process anything-my mind was a whirlwind of questions and fear. Could this have something to do with Daniel? No, that doesn't make sense. Could Olivia have sent this? But no, I remember hearing she went out of town today. Ugh, the more I think about it, the more it eats at me. Who could possibly have a problem with me? And what could I have done to make someone hate me this much?
The whole night, I couldn't sleep; the letter kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. Every creak of the house, every shadow in the corner of my eye-it all felt amplified, as if someone was still out there, watching. I just couldn't shake off the fear or the endless questions swirling in my head.
As morning light streamed through the windows, I heard the sound of the door unlocking and opening.
"Jessica, you're up?"
I let out a deep breath of relief-it was my parents. They were finally home.
"Yeah, Mom! Coming!" I called out, quickly jumping out of bed and heading downstairs.
"Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad."
"Hey, Jessica," Dad replied with a smile. "So, did you sleep well? And...you didn't get scared staying alone last night, did you?"
"Yes, Dad... I slept well. I didn't feel scared at all," I replied with a forced smile.
Of course, I wasn't going to tell them anything about the letter. They'd freak out, blame me somehow, and turn it into a bigger deal than it already was. I said to myself "
"I'm just going to take a bath and get ready for school," I added, quickly excusing myself as I headed upstairs.
Stepping into the bathroom, I turned on the water, letting the steam fill the room. I needed this moment to feel a little fresh-last night had been nothing short of exhausting. The eerie silence, the strange letter, and my endless thoughts had drained me completely. I tried to let the warmth of the water wash away my unease, but the questions lingered in my mind like an unwanted shadow.
As I stood under the stream of water, I couldn't stop replaying the events of last night. Who could've sent that letter? Why target me? And what did they mean by "you're being watched?"
The more I thought about it, the more paranoid I felt. Every creak of the house, every faint sound outside the window-it all seemed amplified, like a reminder that someone out there was keeping an eye on me.
After getting dressed, I stepped out of the house, but an eerie feeling washed over me. It was as if someone's eyes were on me, watching my every move.
To be honest, I've never walked this fast in my life. My heart raced with every step, and all I could think about was reaching school as quickly as possible.
When I reached school, I took a deep breath as the sight of familiar faces finally put me at ease.
"Oh, finally," I muttered under my breath, heading toward my class.
Just as I was about to enter, I saw Olivia passing by, flashing me a strange smile.
"Hi, Jess..." she said, her tone dripping with something I couldn't quite place.
What's with the Jess? I thought, my nerves prickling again.
I forced a small, awkward smile in return and quickly made my way to my seat, trying to shake off the uneasiness building up inside me.
"Morning, Monitor," Daniel said as he slid into his seat beside me.
I glanced at him briefly, trying to keep my expression neutral. "Morning."
"So, how was your study session yesterday?" he asked, his tone casual, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes that I couldn't ignore.
"It was... fine," I replied, focusing on arranging my books, hoping he wouldn't notice the slight hesitation in my voice.
"Really? You look a something happened," he added, leaning in slightly.
I froze for a moment before forcing a chuckle. "Just a late night. Nothing unusual."
He raised an eyebrow, studying me as if he knew I wasn't telling the whole truth. "If you say so," he said, leaning back with a shrug, though the curiosity lingered in his gaze.
Why do I feel something weird between both of them?
The way Olivia gave me that strange smile earlier, and now Daniel's unusually keen interest in how I spent my evening-it's unsettling.
Is this somehow related to the letter?
The thought sent a shiver down my spine. Could they know something I didn't? Or worse, were they the ones behind it?
I shook my head, trying to dismiss the idea, but the uneasy feeling refused to leave. My mind kept circling back to the question: Why me?
I was drowning in my thoughts when I noticed Daniel walking toward Olivia.
They were standing a little distance away, talking in hushed tones, but I could feel their eyes on me now and then. Were they talking about me?
Before I could make sense of it, another boy approached Daniel and handed him some money. Daniel accepted it casually, shoving it into his pocket without much reaction.
What was that about? Why was he taking money from someone? And why did they both glance my way afterward?
The whole thing felt strange, like I was caught in the middle of something I couldn't understand. My chest tightened as I tried to piece it all together. Was this connected to the letter? And if so, what the hell was going on?
I couldn't focus on anything after that. The voices around me faded into a dull buzz as my mind replayed the scene over and over.
Why would Daniel, of all people, need money like that? And why from that guy? Why it look like some kind of deal? And why did Olivia look so smug, like she knew something I didn't?
I clenched my fists under the desk, trying to steady my thoughts. Every glance, every smirk-they felt like pieces of a puzzle I couldn't put together. The letter, the strange behavior, the whispers... it was all too much.
I decided then and there-I needed answers. And I wasn't going to let this weird, creeping feeling of unease control me any longer. But where would I even start?
And, to be honest, I didn't have the guts to confront them directly.
Feeling overwhelmed and unable to shake the headache pounding in my temples, I decided to step out of the room. The lack of sleep from last night was catching up to me, and the weight of everything swirling in my head made it worse.
I made my way to the medical room, the sterile smell oddly comforting. "Can I get something for a headache?" I asked the nurse, trying to keep my voice steady. She handed me a tablet and gestured toward one of the beds.
"Rest here for a while," she said kindly.
I nodded, grateful for the quiet escape. Lying on the narrow bed, I closed my eyes, trying to clear my thoughts. But even in the silence of the room, the unanswered questions lingered like shadows, refusing to leave me alone.
I don't know when I fell asleep, but my thoughts must have drowned me into an uneasy slumber.
When I woke up, the room was eerily quiet. I sat up, blinking, trying to gather my senses. The air felt strange, heavy, like the whole school had emptied out. There was no noise-no chatter, no footsteps-just silence.
I rubbed my eyes and glanced around. The medical room felt lonelier than before, and I wondered how long I'd been asleep.
That's when I heard it-muffled voices coming from just outside the door.
"Yeah, she's scared... definitely. I didn't think they'd get to her this quickly," someone said in a low, hushed tone.
My heart skipped a beat. Who are they talking about? Me? What did they mean by 'get to her'? I froze, straining to hear more, but the voices had already faded into the silence again.
When I stepped outside to check who had been talking, the corridor was completely empty. Where did they go? And what did they mean by that?
Frustration bubbled up inside me. This was getting to my nerves, and I couldn't handle the confusion anymore. I needed answers, and Daniel was the only one who could give them to me.
Determined, I marched back to class, realizing it was already halfway through the day. Great, I must've slept too long.
When I walked into the room, the first thing I noticed was that both Olivia's and Daniel's seats were empty. Even their school bags were gone.
"Hey, Jenny," I whispered, sliding into my seat. "Do you know where Olivia and Daniel are?"
Jenny looked up, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Uh, yeah. They're bunking. Went to the mall, I think."
"Why?" she added teasingly, her tone full of mischief.
"Nothing," I mumbled, turning my attention to the front, trying to ignore the growing knot of unease in my stomach.
I couldn't focus on anything for the rest of the day. My thoughts kept circling back to the letter, the strange conversation I overheard, and now this-the fact that both Daniel and Olivia were missing. Why would they skip school together? And what's with all these weird coincidences?
My mind was racing, but one thing was clear: I couldn't let this slide anymore. If Daniel thought he could avoid me forever, he was wrong. The moment I saw him again, I was going to get the answers I desperately needed.
But as the final bell rang and I stepped out into the fading daylight, a chilling thought crept in: What if I don't want to know the truth?

A moment later, I heard my mom calling from downstairs.
"Jessica, there's a parcel for you! Take it from the door."
I froze for a second, my heart skipping a beat. Another parcel? Who could be sending me things now? I quickly rushed downstairs, trying to ignore the anxiety building in my chest.
When I reached the door, there it was-an unmarked box, sitting ominously on the doorstep.
I picked it up, glancing around, but there was no one in sight. Unknown was written on the delivery note.
I could feel my palms sweat as I stared at the box, unsure whether to open it or leave it unopened. But my curiosity won out. Slowly, I turned the parcel over, my mind racing. Who was behind all of this?
With a deep breath, I tore open the box. What I saw next made my heart stop.