I was completely in shock. Right before me were pictures of me at various of locations including dancing with Moneybag. It literally made me sick to my stomach. I wanted to vomit everywhere.
The picture that really made me sick is the fact that they took a picture of our room door. In the picture it showed an envelope on the door that I hadn't noticed until now. I quickly got up from packing and ran to the door. I opened it and the letter fell on the floor.
"Shedaaaaaa" I said almost screaming. She ran over quickly. "Bitch what's wrong?" I pointed to the envelope on the floor and passed her the picture. Sheda looked at the picture and slowly looked at the letter.
She picked the letter up and looked at me. "So we gone open it or stare at it?" "What if it's poisonous or make us pass out or something." I said. "Well bitch I'll open it. You're in Medical School, you better revive a bitch or I'll hunt you and whoever the fuck playing with you." She said while opening the envelope.
In the envelope, there was a letter cut from magazine and news paper. It read, "You can run but you can't hide. I'll always find you. Next time won't be so nice."
"What the fuck?" We both said in unison. Whoever this is have me all types of messed up. I don't bother anyone, I stay in my own lane and as far as friends, Sheda is my ONLY friend. "I don't understand why someone would want to bother you?" Sheda said. "I'm going to the police when we're back home." I booked two flights back home. Let's finish packing and get the hell out of here.
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Later that dayI can't seem to catch a break. Every time I'm doing good, it feels as if something just pulls me back. As we sat on the plane, I put my air pods in and took my journal out. I found me an instrumental and starting writing.
Many people don't know that I sing. My mom had a beautiful voice that I sort of inherited. I let the beat and my emotions take over and I started writing, humming, and occasionally singing aloud. I sang and wrote everything I felt until I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to Sheda shaking me telling me to wake up.
I took the my air pods out and got my self together real quick. I looked at myself in my iPhone X Max front camera and saw how stressed out I looked. I had bags underneath my eyes and my skin wasn't as bright as it is normally.
Sheda and I departed ways and before I knew it, I was home. I placed my bags by the door and locked up the house. I turned on the hot steamy shower and stripped butt naked. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing myself.
I stepped in the shower and let the scorching hot water hit my body. I did something that I haven't done in a long time. I cried. I cried for the old. I cried for the new. I cried for my future.
I feel so damn alone. I felt as if I could never find peace or happiness. Every time I moved forward, I was pushed back. Maybe I didn't deserve happiness. Deep down I felt like I knew who it was stalking me. It had to be my ex. The sad thing is he knows my past and it's not pretty at all.
I closed my eyes and just listened to the sound of the water hit me. I had so many thoughts going through my head. I've had a business idea for a while. I think I'm ready to give this stripping life up and own me a business. As soon as I hit my goal amount, I'm done.
I eventually got out of the shower. I dried off and moisturized my body. I went down stairs and grabbed a bottle of red wine and rolled me a joint. I poured me a cup and sparked my joint.
I needed to talk to someone but I literally didn't have anyone that I trusted other than Sheda. Maybe I was high or drunk or maybe a combination of both but I went to the block list, and scrolled to the last name I thought I'd talk to. I unblocked them and I hit the green button to call. My nerves were on the edge as I waited on them to answer..
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FanfictionDream wasn't your average third year medical student, she lived a double life. After a bad break up Sophomore year, and no financial support from home stripping was her main source of income. By day she was in class, doing clinicals, and at night sh...