Attached

My life had never been too interesting. My mediocre job at Starbucks, my boring love life, and my small, quiet apartment.
I was content with this, I guess. For as long as I can remember, I just went along with what everyone else was doing. Stuck, in a way? I tricked myself into being happy, and that was one of the worst things I could have done.
My life made a complete 180. At this moment I wanted the mediocre back. I wanted to go along with everyone else, cause at least I wouldn't be alone. I rather be stuck in a reality where He wasn't here. Where They were still people I could trust. Where She doesn't leave as often. Where You could have saved me.
Because my reality of happiness, broke the day I got a random package at my door. The note attached to a package. The package attached to a stalker, and the stalker... attached to me.