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Do you ever feel like you are being followed? Not like followed home or followed in the grocery store. Like followed doing anything and everything. No? Well I do. I swear he is following me. He doesn't talk to me unless it's to pick on me or put me down. I see him everywhere. Now that high school was over I thought I would get rid of him by picking a college across the country. I was so wrong. ~~~~ "Are you following me again?" I demanded. "Yes. But it's to keep you safe." His deep voice came out. "Safe from what?" I yelled. "I can't tell you." He said softly. "You have been following me for years. Literal years. Everywhere I go you are there. Vacations, concerts, and grocery stores. We used to be friends." I cried. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to keep you safe." He explained. "Just go. Leave me alone please. I can't....I can't do this." I whispered. "I'm not leaving you." He demanded grabbing me and holding me in his arms. Why do I feel the most safe in the arms of my stalker?
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