The Fifth

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I didn't leave my house, nor did I sleep. I couldn't knowing I had just buried Jeno. I don't think I'll ever recover from this. I picked up the note as per usual, this note was a little to personal. This note scared the fuck out of me, the note in question read:

My darling Brielle,
Honey, I know you're sad. I see it on your face every day, I watch you read the notes, I watch you do everything. Did you not think I kept tabs on you? I have to, I can't let anything get in our way. I don't care who they are, if they're in our way I'll end them. Why can't you see how much I love you, you don't have to be scared of me baby. I'll never hurt you, that is, unless you want me to.

-j.jh

I couldn't stop thinking , he can see me? Does he see everything, even when I shower? Even when I sleep? Everything? All of it? What the fuck? WHAT THE HELL?! I screamed, I screamed those words over and over, until my voice was shot. He didn't deserve me. He didn't deserve my emotions. And yet, he still got what he wanted.

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