Only i can hurt you

Chpter 15-The Box

I stared at the small box on the window ledge. My hands shook so badly that I had to grip the sill just to steady myself. Who had left it there? And why here, in my room, where I should have felt safest?

I didn’t want to touch it at first. My mind raced with every possible nightmare. What if it was a trap? What if opening it triggered something… or someone? My pulse hammered in my ears. Every shadow in the room felt alive, moving just beyond my vision.

Then the faint smell of that strange perfume hit me again. Sweet, poisonous, and unmistakable. My stomach twisted. It had to be him. No one else could leave a mark like this—no one else could make me feel so… exposed.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to move. Slowly, deliberately, I reached for the box. My fingers brushed the smooth surface, and a chill ran up my arm. It was lighter than I expected, almost too light, like it was hiding something delicate—or dangerous. I lifted it carefully and brought it inside, my hands shaking so much that I nearly dropped it.

I sat on the bed, clutching it in my lap, feeling the weight of it press against me. My heart was racing, threatening to burst through my chest. What would be inside? Another note? Another warning? Or… something far worse?

With trembling fingers, I opened the box. Inside was a small, folded piece of paper—and a single bandage. My hands froze. The note. My blood ran cold.

The bandage was clean, white, and innocent-looking… yet it carried the same weight of fear as the note. Every nerve in my body screamed. I didn’t know whether to feel relief or terror. My mind raced, turning over possibilities.

He had been here. He had touched this. He had left this for me. And now, I realized… he wasn’t just watching me anymore. He was inside my world, closer than I could have imagined.

I held the box tightly, my breath shallow. The note waited for me. The words inside could change everything.