| SCARLETT | 

As I woke up in the middle of the night after rewatching the same dream over and over again I found myself all sweaty , tired and scared. There was something about these dreams , something that wanted to warn me but at the same time it scared me so much that I am afraid of sleeping anymore , each and every night when I lay on my silk bed sheets and cover myself with my pink furry blanket all I can think about is whether today again I will find myself dying and struggling in my extraordinary dreams . There’s definitely something about these freaking dreams these come to me like a pattern ,  once in a week , but why , isn’t this so strange. 

I glance at my digital clock on my nightstand, tick tick ticking….. , it almost 1:00 am and here I am sitting up straight thinking about those silly dreams , like those are just dreams right? Now , since I don’t feel sleep anymore I should just stand and do late night work , I don’t know till where the police has reacher regarding my stalker case but let’s hope that they succeed because the thought of someone watching me and being obsessed over me just terrifies me to every ounce of my blood , but if we think it in another prospective then isn’t it so romantic that someone is obsessed with me and is ready to risk himself for me , ahhhh , why am I blushing. Shut up Scarlett , this isn’t a fantasy novel. Real life stalker are very scary , what if he isn’t handsome , goddddd I have gone mad . 

I take out my laptop and set it at my lap while I am covered with my cozy and furry blanket , I open all the documents and pending work which I couldn’t do yes due to my stalker , he is such a peasant ! 

As I dive into my work, I find myself getting lost in the familiar rhythm of typing and researching , something that I enjoy a lot . It's almost therapeutic, helping me to temporarily forget about the eerie and scary  feeling that's been lingering all the time  in the back of my mind. I work for a few hours, making steady progress on my tasks, and even manage to squeeze in a few rounds of solitaire to take my mind off things. As the night wears on, I start to feel a bit more relaxed, the tension in my shoulders beginning to ease and finally freeing myself from the stress of those dreams . I decide to take a short break and browse through some news articles to see what's been happening in the world. I scroll through my favorite news site, scanning the headlines, when one article catches my eye.

"PRINCE HENRY KIDNAPPED WHILE ON ROYAL VISIT"

My heart skips a beat as I read the headline. Prince Henry ? Kidnapped ? I feel a surge of shock and concern. What ? How ? Who did this ? Is this the same person ?  I quickly click on the article to read more.

According to the news report, Prince Henry was kidnapped while on a royal visit to a charity event. The kidnappers, who have not been identified, apparently stormed the event and took the prince away. The authorities are still searching for him, but so far, there's been no word on his whereabouts or the identity of the kidnappers , but how is possible ? He was royal prince, is it an inside job ? Is this done to harm the  royal heritage ? Or To ask for monetary gain ? Stay connected with us to know more . 

As I read the article, a chill runs down my spine. Something about this definitely feels off. I try to shake off the feeling, telling myself it's just my imagination running around wild. But the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that there's something more to this story . And then, it hits me. What if... what if my stalker is involved in the kidnapping? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. It's a very crazy idea, but what if it is the  truth ? What if my stalker, whoever he is , has escalated their obsession to the point where he is  willing to kidnap a member of the royal family just because I got a little comfortable with that person . 

I feel a strong wave of fear wash over me. If my stalker is capable of kidnapping Prince Henry, what else is he  capable of? I try to push the scary thought aside, telling myself it's just speculation, but the seed has been planted. I'm now more convinced than ever that I need to take action, to do something to protect myself and others from this evil stalker.

But what can I do? I've already reported the stalking to the police, and they're investigating. What else can I do to help?

As I sit here, trying to think of a plan, I feel a sense of frustration and helplessness. I'm just one person, what can I do to stop a stalker who's clearly escalating their behavior?

And then, I remember something. I remember the note my stalker left me, the one that said "You're mine." I remember the way it made me feel, the way it seemed to imply that my stalker has some kind of twisted ownership over me. I feel a surge of anger and determination. I'm not going to let this stalker control me ,  my life and the life of others around me , I'm not going to let hi

  dictate my life and my boundaries .

 I'm going to take action, I'm going to fight back.

But how? I'm not sure yet, but I'm determined to find a possible way. I'm determined to stop this stalker, no matter what it takes. As I sit here, feeling a sense of resolve, I realize that I've been romanticizing the situation. I've been thinking about the stalker as some kind of twisted admirer, someone who's obsessed with me in a way that's almost flattering and something that makes me blush but  the truth is, stalking is a serious crime. It's not romantic, it's not flattering, it's scary and it's dangerous. And I need to take it very  seriously because cleary all I am doing is romanticise it . I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of determination. I'm going to take action, I'm going to stop this stalker. And I'm going to start by being realistic about this extremely serious situation. I'm going to stop romanticizing it, and I'm going to start taking it seriously.

As I sit here, feeling a sense of resolve, I realize that I have a long road ahead of me. But I'm ready for it. I'm ready to take on this stalker, and I'm ready to fight for my life. As I look at my clock I see that it was almost 5:00 am , and I feel sleepy now , maybe I can sleep for one hour, right? Yes definitely.  I lay on my silk sheets and cover my body with my furry blanket , I play soft violin rhythm on my phone to make myself calm and to feel ease and forget everything around me and just to dive in the poil of calmness and peace.  

I was half awake and half asleep when my ears heard a ting sound from my phone beside me on my bed , I was feeling so cozy and sleepy that I was unable to take my hands out of the blanket to check that was what that ting sound , I try my hardest to take out one of hand and search hear and there for my phone while my eyes were close , I open my eyes halfway and see something black , that is my phone , I reach my hand to it and grab it ….. ahhhhhhh ……. Who messages at 5:30 am ? Freaking who ? I swear  I will that person’s neck !  As I unlock my phone I see that I get a text from some unknown number ….. ahhh …. Now who is this ? Disturbing me , first I am afraid of sleeping due to my dreams second these type of people who don’t let me sleep when I am sleeping peacefully , this person must be some commercial guy who has to sell weird magical goods for half the price and then when you pay online that package will never come to your house , these people should be banned from earth . As I was cursing those fake commercials I opened the text and saw something entirely different , so different that my body froze after reading it and my soul left me . 

Unknown :- 

Meine Blume, 

Every moment I spend thinking about you is a moment I cherish. You are the sun to my sky, the air to my lungs, the beat to my heart. Without you, I am nothing but dust and ash . 

I know you may think me crazy, that my obsession with you is unhealthy. But let me tell you, my love, I am sane. I am rational. And I know what I want.

And what I want is you.

I want to hold you in my arms, to feel your soft skin against mine. I want to taste your lips, to feel your breath on my neck. I want to be near  you, to be a part of you.

You may think me a monster, but I assure you, my love, I am not. I am a man who knows what he wants, and I will stop at nothing to get it.

You are mine, Scarlett. You have always been mine. And soon, very soon, you will be mine forever.

"i wish i was one of your tears, so I could be born in your eyes, run down your cheek, and die on your lips."

Yours always,

Your stalker

P.S. I see you're looking for me. Don't worry, my love, I'll make sure you find me. Soon.