I stared at the note and the bandage in my hands. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst.
The note read:
"The boy who laughed at you… he won’t be able to laugh again."
I remembered the dance—the boy who had mocked me when I fell. His cruel smile. The way everyone laughed.
But what did the note mean? Did something happen to him? Was he hurt? Or worse? My stomach twisted at the thought.
A shiver ran down my spine.
He wasn’t just watching me. He was controlling things… protecting me in his own dark, unpredictable way.
I felt fear. I felt confusion. And… strangely, a tiny flicker of relief.
Why would he do this? Why would he help me like this, in such a terrifying way?
I looked around the empty room, the quiet house, and for the first time, I realized I was alone. Completely alone.
Then, my eyes fell on the back of the box. A second note was taped there.
"But who will protect you from me?"
My hands froze. My heart skipped a beat.
I was truly alone tonight.
The chill ran through me. The house was silent, but I knew… he was out there. Watching.
I hugged the box to my chest, unsure whether to feel safe… or terrified.