When I came back upstairs
Dave handed me my phone back.
“Kept trying to see if
there was anything else going on, maybe a hack or something, but…”
I already knew he would
tell me that there was nothing he could find.
Why was I so scared? It didn’t make sense. My terror didn’t make sense. All of this was just so silly, and yet my
body reacted as if I was… being hunted.
I put my phone in my
room.
I wanted it away from
me.
I couldn’t stand to look
at it.
I tried to spend the rest
of the night as if nothing had happened, as if the texts never came.
My body wouldn’t let me
forget though. The tension never left
me. The urge to flee never seemed to
dissipate.
I didn’t sleep well that
night.
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