Too Much Clickbait - Sequel to Clickbait

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     It had been a week since Warped and my nerves were calming down still. I was very weary around Katie, the pit in my stomach forming at the thought of her possibly catching on to what happened with me. I also had been spending every night with Katie, taking her out to random places that we never got to discover before. Things had been going oddly well for us, something I never imagined to be able to say this time last year.
     I was currently folding my laundry and throwing it into my drawers, in between texting Katie to see what our plans were for the night. She was going to be editing and more than likely would not link up with me again until tomorrow. I frowned upon reading it, though told her I understood, as I stood with a pair of boxers in my hand ready to be folded, I heard a soft knock at my door. Zane walked further into the room, frowning as he tossed his camera in between his hands. "Dude, I have no idea what the fuck to film. Do you have any extra footage I can borrow?"
     I pointed towards my laptop, proceeding to fold my laundry as I spoke. "Grab some off of the file from last week. I filmed a bunch of behind the scenes of the firework prank with David that you can take."
     "Thank you so much, man." Zane said, hopping onto my bed and opening my laptop He spoke as he began to send himself random files. "So. hope have you been? You haven't told me shit since you got your real baby back."
     I rolled my eyes, adding onto the pile of t-shirts on the mattress. I picked it up, turning on my heal towards my dresser. I opened the second one from the top as I spoke and began to place t-shirts inside. "Great, honestly. I really... I don't know, man. I'm really hyped up about-" I paused, seeing a bunch of envelopes underneath a pile of t-shirts that I never usually wear. I frowned, shoving them deeper to the back of the drawer to stay hidden, hoping nobody had come in and noticed them before I did. "I'm hyped about this. I really think we got shit right this time."
     "I'm happy for you, baby. Y'all deserve each other." Zane waved a hand in the air, smiling proudly, while he kept his eyes on my laptop in his lap. He stretched out, yawning dramatically. "The life of a successful YouTuber is so hard sometimes."

*****

     I stood up, not liking the feeling my lower back had from crouching over in the plush, grey, chair. I walked around as I spoke, making contact with the random nick-knacks around Dr. Harper's office. "I don't get it! I was doing so well! I never had... It never happened in public until now." I turned around, looking at the middle-aged, Israeli man with a thick accent. "How come? How come now?"
     "It seems to me as if you had a trigger go off without realizing it." He fixed the thinly-framed, silver glasses that rested at the bridge of his nose. I watched as his white button-up as well as navy blue suit pants were free from wrinkles, even after adjusting in his seat. He scribbled something down on his clipboard before placing it to the side of him at his wooden side table that matched the wooden walls of his spacious office. "I don't think you even realize what it is... But, I believe it's the reason your subconscious is harboring onto your anxiety."
     I went back to sitting in front of him, though I took a stress ball with me. I tossed the yellow ball from my right to left hand repeatedly before stopping. I clenched the ball in my left fist as a sudden epiphany entered my mind. "You don't think this could be because I got another letter?"
     "You never told me you got another letter." He took off his glasses, leaning forward in his chair as he uncrossed his right leg from his left. "When?"
     "The day before my attack. It was the anniversary... It was the first time she went missing. Truth be told, I'm not sure she even realized it. But I remember it... Then I got a letter in my mailbox that morning. I panicked." I shook my head, running my right hand through my hair nervously. "It wasn't like the others... This one had handwriting. Not just regular, Times New Roman font."
     "What did the letter say? Anything new?"
     "It was another love poem. At the end of it... She, I think so anyway, the handwriting was so girlish and neat... She said 'the light touches your face at dawn, and soon so will I'." I stared at a small piece of burgundy carpet, analyzing it as I spoke. My eyes adjusted themselves and I looked straight into Dr. Harper's worried eyes. "What does that mean?"
     "It means I think we need to notify the police again, Heath." He sighed, going over to his desk and grabbing the landline. "And maybe you should think about talking things over with Katie and let her be warned that this is happening again."
     I swallowed the growing lump in my phone as if that would suppress my urge to scream at the top of my lungs from distress. I wish Dr. Harper understood the amount of 'no's running through my head at a million miles a minute. I wish he knew my reasoning behind the as well. Because than maybe he would understand why I had been seeing him for over a year in the first place. And maybe, just maybe, he would understand how imperative it is that I do not tell a single soul about the letters.
     Especially Katie.