You remembered everything vaguely.
It all happened so fast and you couldn't tell what you exactly saw.
A shadow was peering over you as you ran out of the park.
The voices grew louder, but it was if you were the only one that could hear them.
They whispered your name over and over, but where the hell were they coming from?
"y/n"
"y/n"
"y/n"
"y/n"
The deep meniacing maniacal voices kept taunting you as they said the most random shit, making you nearly piss yourself.
'What if you weren't hearing these voices, and they were just a figment of your imagination?'
'Have you gone mad!?'
'Perhaps.'
'The things school does to you.'
There was nothing to lose, and you left everything behind besides your phone.
No way in hell were you going to lose almost a thousand dollar phone over something you didn't know was real.
But you didn't realize until you came home.
By that time, everything was back to 'normal.'
Exhausted from running like a maniac, you were on the verge of collapsing.
You hurried to bed and threw yourself onto it, as in pleading "take me!"
Quickly, you drifted off to sleep, not wanting to believe you've gone crazy.
This was all just a bad nightmare..
*end of flashback*
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"Earth of y/n"
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"Uhh, Earth to y/n?"
Steve was snapping his fingers across your face in an attempt to catch your attention, and he definitely did.
You shook your head and stared at him annoyed.
"what?"
"Well, you seemed to be stuck in this trance for about 5 minutes. I didn't know what to do so..."
"Oh, really?" you asked slightly embarrassed.
"I'm so sorry."
He sighed, "it's okay."
His attention went back to the note.
"So you won't tell me who's that secret admirer of yours?"
You shrugged.
"It doesn't even say who. I have no idea."
"Well, whoever it is sucks at it."
"sucks?"
He pointed at the balloon.
"C'mon, if he really wanted to impress you, he.."
"or she" he gave you a wink, and you playfully hit the side of his arm.
"Goodness no."
but the idea of a girl hitting on you, caused you to blush a bright pink."
"Who knows, but I doubt it. Girls are usually good at these kind of things. I doubt any chick would've done it."
He does have a point, but who in the hell would ever send me just a balloon, let alone anything.
What if it wasn't anyone from school?
