ADRIANA
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For a moment, I try to convince myself that I'm imagining things. There's no way my stalker followed me all the way from Australia to Los Angeles.
There's no way he knows I came to LA. Maybe this is just some random stranger with a resemblance to the man who has been secretly stalking me for several months.
I almost believe it, until he takes a step towards me. I take one back instinctively. Then I see it. Concealed perfectly in his hand is a knife. Even from a distance, the blade gleams.
I don't stop to wonder how he found me here. I whirl around and break into a run, heading towards the large open area behind the hospital.
He follows me. I can hear the heavy pounding of his footsteps, the soft whoosh of his breath as he gains on me.
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