Along Came a Murderer

The Notes

I can't decide whether I'm just not used to it, or I'm just not trying to remain calm, and think about my happy place. I've been having nightmares after nightmares. Lately, I've been only getting 4 to 5 hours of sleep. I've even lost my apatite.

Something tells me I just need to take my stress out on something, but my doctors have told me that it would cause me to have an outbreak. And that's something no one needs.

I looked online to see different methods for getting rid if your stress, besides violence. They gave me some ideas.

Are you dealing with stress, and want to find different ways to deal with it that doesn't involve violence? Well, here's some tips that will help you.

Take your stress out positively. Such as: Art, exercise, eat a healthy snack, play with pets, or surround yourself with the things you love.

Take yourself away from things that may make your stress worse, or things that start making you feel stressed. Take a break. Don't make yourself suffer anymore than you already have.

Take your mind off of negative thoughts, and think about the good things in life.

I looked at multiple websites, and not all of them were very helpful. I took some of the advice and tried them for myself. It helped me calm down a bit, but I still feel a bit weird. Is it normal that I feel paranoid? I've never felt paranoid, so I'm just gonna guess no.

As I putt my hands in the pockets of my trench coat, I felt another note. Dare I read it? The note felt a little damp. Maybe who ever delivered it, accidentally dropped it in a small puddle. I took it out of my pocket and looked at it.

I don't want to open it. I don't want to read it. Yet I don't want to crumple it up and throw it away. So I just set it down on my nightstand. This just doesn't feel right to me. I'm so unhappy. And I don't know why.

A couple hours have passed, and I had just gotten out of the shower. The clothes that I had set out to wear were sitting on my bed. I got dressed, and yet again, I found another note.

"Okay, someone has to be messing with me." I walked back over to the nightstand and set it on top of the other note. I refuse to read them. And I don't want to get rid of them, either.

Something tells me that I need to read them. All of my thoughts were directed on those notes. I decided to pick up the bottom one to read it.

"I thought I told you to remain calm. If you need me, just call me. You can't be trusted if you keep having bad thoughts. Bad thoughts lead to bad conciquences. I hope you remember that."

"What does this even mean?..." I picked up the other note to read it.

"You don't understand how serious this is, do you? Just take a break, stop stressing yourself out so much. Why do you do this to yourself? Why do you let your thoughts take over your actions? And then you blame yourself and say; 'I didn't know what I was thinking'. Isolate yourself from time-to-time. Think before you do."

"Who the hell keeps giving me these notes...? I don't understand..." I turned around to see my wife looking at me. I shoved the notes into my pockets. "Alice? Is everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine... Where are you going?" She grabbed her jacket off of the coatrack. "I'm gonna grab something to eat... You want me to bring you something home?"

I shrugged. "Anything would be okay to me."

"So, what you're saying is, I should surprise you?" I nodded. "If you want."

She smiled, and closed the door behind her. "Hey, wait a minute..." She opened the door again. "What is it?"

"Uh... Have you been giving me any notes or anything?" She shook her head. "No... Why?"

"It's not important." She grabbed the door knob. "If you want to talk, we can." She closed the door, and left shortly after that.