Only i can hurt you

Chapter 13 – The First Note

It all began on my 18th birthday, which was also the anniversary of my mother’s death.

I sat alone at her grave, the cold wind brushing my face, my heart heavy with memories I could barely recall. That’s when I noticed something small, folded neatly at the edge of the grave.

A note.

I picked it up, my hands trembling. The paper had faint red stains. I unfolded it carefully.

"Maybe you are next."

My heart raced. I looked around—no one was there. I wanted to throw it away, to tell myself it was a cruel prank, but I couldn’t. Something inside me whispered that it was real.

After that day, the notes kept coming:

Under my door: "You cannot run from what is coming."

Folded in my bag: "Every step you take… I am closer than you think."

Each note carried a faint, strange perfume. My stomach twisted every time I smelled it.

The first time I found one, I hid under my bed, clutching it to my chest, trembling so hard I thought I might shake apart. I didn’t dare look out the door.

Someone was watching me… someone who knew me far too well.

And from that day on, I realized my life was no longer my own.