WARNING: graphic themes not suitable for young readers. If you are overly sensitive then this story is not for you.//
It was always the same. The only day that I had nightmares as vivid as the reality in which I was forced to exist, was during the anniversary of my boyfriend's death and my stalker's disappearance. My uncomplicated life was stopped by a letter. It's strange to think now of all that letter caused just by existing. And it wasn't just the fact that it existed actually, no, oh, no. The letter had been handwritten, with blood, and the words on it still give me chills. He had given me 11 days to figure out who he was. My time was up and I didn't listen. My name is Aviana Teegan, I am 21 years old and I've been running for five years.