Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

Dear whoever is reading this, My name is Alison Sampson and right now, you may be trying to figure out why my name sounds familiar to you and this is why: I am the girl that you see repeatedly on the news, always doing one thing... jumping down from the empire state building. ............................................................. "I hate you! I hate you so fucking much! I trusted you and then you go and do this?" I screamed at him. at the one person who I had trusted, maybe even loved. "You told me you loved me." I added in a whisper. "I lied, and it was so easy to make you believe it. Alison, you are so naive. Nobody in your pathetic life had ever loved you, so why would you think that I would?" He smiled coldly. I don't know this person that is standing in front of me. I know he meant it when he said he loved me. Every word he spoke to me, every action he took had proven his love. So why was he acting like this now? I don't know...but I won't stop until I find out. If he thought I was just going to leave this alone and just believe that everything we had was a lie, he had another thing coming.

A true story. About my life, emotions, etc. Read at your own risk. The only way that you can truly take the amazing ride into my world.

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