Driving Away

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As I get off the cab that left me five minutes from my house because I never put my actual address on the final destination, cause I'm paranoid of being kidnapped.

I'm wearing my headphones listening to Gracie Abrams, when I notice someone crossing the street and going to the same street I'm in, I don't want to sound judgy or anything but I immediately get guarded up and take headphones off and bring my bag really close to me and quicken my pace.

The person keeps going the same direction I go, even turning the the corner street off my house. I start to panic and slightly look behind me and notice the person holding something on their hands and with a hood up their head.

I can see my house from not so far away, and I don't know how or why I do what I do but I gather every ounce of bravery I have in me and turn around stopping abruptly which makes them stop too, I open my mouth and say

"Are you following me?" I ask the person behind me that's been "following me" for the past eight minutes.

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