The streetlights were dim, the lighting in nearby convenience stores leading her home. She should've been accustomed to the eerie setting, but it always managed to unnerve her. It was always quiet, too quiet.
She felt stares burn into her back, ones she learned to ignore over time. Living in a rough part of the city, the one thing you get used to is the fear. Though you never quite overcome it, the feeling becomes familiar.
Y/n had just gotten off from her second job, and was now heading to her apartment. She passed the same buildings, same streets she always did.
But this time felt different.
She was tenser than normal. With one hand in her purse, she clutched the knife kept hidden there.
Y/n was being followed, that seemed clear to her.
Her steps increased in speed, but never fully evolving into a run. She was close to her apartment, no time to turn back now. With a new spark in her step, dagger still in hand, the girl briskly marched home.
When she climbed up the short flight of stairs, Y/n shot for her door. After running in and locking it, she felt her heartbeat slow, her senses slowly coming back to her. Yeah, it was scary, but it was a part of life that came with living here. The rent was cheap, and the apartments were nice. She could deal with the creeps the walk gave her if it meant coming home to a clean kitchen and warm bed. Not everyone had the luxury of residing in a dorm room, some simply couldn't afford it. Instead, Y/n sought out this apartment.
After setting her purse onto the counter, Y/n bent to pick up the mail that fell through the mail slot. Most of it was bills and dumb advertisements. Nothing worth looking at for more than a second. Still, she sat herself on the small island she had, and began to sort through the mail.
It was a part of her routine, and seemingly a nice way to unwind. Organizing was her forte, so she took pride in the sorted piles of envelopes.
Bill, bill, advertisement, bill, what?
A small, beige envelope fell onto the counter as she sifted through the mail. Nothing about it was out of place.
Except that there was no return address.
And Y/n never got letters.
She cut the thin paper open with her nail, shaking off her slight nervousness. It was a letter, what's the worst that could happen?
Inside the envelope was a folded piece of copy paper, words neatly printed out, the font making it almost look like they were written by typewriter.
Dear Ms. L/n,
Greetings to you from the NOPP! We have read over your resume and are pleased to inform that you have passed the first step of application. Please come to the address written below for your final interview on March 2nd, 2020. If you have further questions, or need to reschedule, please call the number listed at the bottom of the page.
Thank you for your application, we hope to hear from you soon.
- :)
Y/n couldn't believe what she was seeing, even rubbing her eyes and pinching her arm for effect. She had applied to so many internships that she forgot the names for all of them. And now, out of no where, she competed and passed an interview!
"Hell yeah!" she cheered. March 2nd, that's only a few days away, And all she needed to do was pass another interview. How hard could it be?
Maybe luck was finally on her side. It was about time her life calmed down a bit.
Or maybe, her life was about to get a whole lot more complicated.
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Welcome children! I've been wanting to write a yandere story for the longest time, and I finally got some inspiration! WHOOP WHOOP
You can probably guess what the first chapters are gonna be about, but who knows, I might surprise you ;)
Have a good day thots, MWAH!
-snow
