《MORE | stray kids OT8》THREE: NOTE
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"Note"
"Do not enter is written on the doorway, why can't everyone just go away?"
quickened as I started to panic about the lost documents, I couldn't have lost them, they couldn't have fallen out my bag. I ended up turning my bag upside down, emptying all its contents.
But no matter how many times I looked for them, they were gone. This doesn't make any sense?! How could they have just disappeared? They couldn't have fallen out, holy shit... what am I going to do when tho kids come back for them?! What will I say- hang on, what's this?
I contorted my face in confusion as I pulled out a crumpled white piece of folded paper, when did this get here? I unfolded it, and dropped the crumpled paper onto the counter bellow upon reading it.
Thanks for the documents :)
My breathe started to quicken, oh no, oh shit,
This is really bad. Whatever those documents were they were definitely important. Then I remembered.
That person behind me, they had stopped chasing me. Why? Because they obviously took the documents and left that note. It's fine, when they come back I can explain what happened, it's ok. Calm down. I tried to calm myself down, but I was crying. Stop crying, stop being such a crybaby.
I ended up just skipping dinner and going straight to bed, I chucked on a baggy T-shirt and shorts. I was laying in bad, on my back staring up at my ceiling for hours. I twisted and turned, trying to get into a comfortable position, I just couldn't fall asleep. You know on Christmas or birthdays, and you can't get to sleep? It's like that. Except this time, I was paranoid and scared. I don't know what I'm was even scared of exactly.
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As I was eventually drifting off into a deep sleep, my phone lit up and vibrated next to me. Who the hell is that? Sieun wouldn't message me now, my parents would be sleep, as well as my other friends from college and work would all be asleep... I squinted as the blinding light from my phone invaded my eyes sight.
No caller ID
Go to sleep.
Ok, now I'm really freaking out. I was stressing on who this person was, how they got my number, and how they could see me. I definitely wasn't going to be able to sleep after seeing that message. And then I got the second message.
No caller ID
Go to sleep now.
I probably should've taken screenshots of the texts, but I didn't. I think it was just out of pure fear and shock that I guess the thought of doing so didn't cross my mind. I decided to get a drink of water, to attempt to calm myself down, and relax a little. Then got back into bed, and repeated what I did before, try to get comfortable. This is going to be a long night, I can tell.
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Word count - 531
This chapter is probably quite boring so I apologise for that, stay safe :)
-polly <3
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