Y/n is a normal teenager. Well, everyone thinks so. She has a lovely mother that cares alot about her. Her mother works as a psychologist in a hospital for people with mental problems. One day, her mother asks her to accompany her to the hospital. W...
Finally. Friday. I was looking forward for the weekend. To relax my mind a little bit. All these things that happened to me... kills me. I face problems everyday and i can't take it anymore. I'm not gonna lie. Sometimes i really want to end my life and just dissapear, but i just can't. And i have no idea why.
Right now, i'm eating breakfast with my mom. After some minutes, i need to go to school. "Mom? Can you pass me the butter?" She nodded and passed me the little plate with butter. I took it and smeared it on my bread. "I heard that you slept in Jimin's room yesterday." I choked on my food. "How do you know that?!" I asked while coughing. "I work there." She gave me the 'Duhh' face. I rolled my eyes. "Why?" She asked before sipping her warm thea. I shrugged my shoulders. "I just wanted to. It's nothing bad, right?" She shook her head. "Ow and he's expecting me again. I promised him." She sighed. "Okay, be safe." I nodded and stood up. I kissed her cheek and walked out of the house.
~Arriving at school~
Jup. It's the same again. They are whispering and pointing at me. Some people are running away like they've seen a ghost or something. I chuckled and made my way to my locker while listening to music with my earphones. Once i arrived, i fiddled with the lock. I opened it and froze a little bit. I saw an post-it. A yellow post-it. I took it and started reading it slowly.
~I missed you so much. What about you? Did you miss me? Your reaction was priceless this morning. My mirror message was an amazing art, wasn't it?~
I crumbled the paper. He was there. In the house. In my room. Watching me. He saw me in the bathroom. Who are you? I sighed and took the books that i need, out of my locker and closed it.
~In class~
There he was again. Staring right in my eyes. In the schoolgarden. The guy that leaves messages everywhere i go. I didn't look away nor did he. It was like a staring contest. Only if he took his mask off... I started thinking and connecting things.
-A person i know -Wears all black -Knows my school, address -Leaves messages -Dissapears when mom's around
I writed all those things on a paper. I readed everything again and again.
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