Today makes 3 years. 1,095 days of living in fear. 26,280 hours of freezing up terror every time my phone notifies me of an incoming message, call or email. 1,576,800 minutes of wondering if that would be the moment when he would find me, to kill me. If only I could go back 6 years ago. 2,190 days ago and change things. If only I could go back to the exact moment, 52,560 hours ago when I met the person that would change my life forever and stop. If only I could go back 3,153,600 minutes ago and just have stayed home, then maybe, maybe I wouldn't be dead.
I have a stalker.
I know everyone eventually has one and some are solved over time or through restraining orders. But let's take a moment and imagine this scenario; restraining orders, or anything in that nature, wouldn't solve the problem. There was nothing you can do to be free. This stalker can bounce up and over law boundaries, manipulates others, and the deceiving appearance makes others call you a liar. Even without those, this man is beyond what I now call normal. He's cruel and vindictive, and he puts criminals away for a living. He isn't the average stalker; he's smart. And when I say smart, well, that's something you'll have to see for yourself. I walked right into this dark rift, and for the longest time there was no way out.
Until I discovered his one flaw. And that may just happen to be his downfall.