It's not okay when you're already mentally unstable. And, it's not okay when you're mentally unstable and have nightmares. It's not okay when you cannot control your outbursts and the moments where you could have died; would die.
Now picture being surrounded by this big and gigantic forest, well woods actually, and pretend you have just been in an accident. Don't worry, you're alive, that's all that matters. It will matter eventually. Picture the car upside down and your friends are upside down with you. Do you see them?
This may be an allusion, might be all those prescription pills that you took. It's almost dark, cold, and you might die; you just might. Although your future is already set in stone and off to ship, you have to at least try. You have to because it's either die by the hands of someone else, and far dangerous than you, die by the woods or from your unstable mind. And, I know you do not want to die by the hands of someone else. Not yet at least.
Do you?
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.
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