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“I’ It Up” I had to lower my voice and steady myself so I wouldn’t screa their jobs I was infuriated that they didn’t believe me, but I also understood why they didn’t—because I had no evidence “Please, you have to believe ainstfor someone to help me

The officer exchanged another look with his partner “Look, I’ll give you ain But, if you call ain”

I didn’t sleep for two days

I put cameras outside my apartment door and also across the street That way, if the freak returned, I would have evidence

It had happened It fucking happened

I got myself a knife that I carried on ot close to me

I would stab hio to jail for it

I’d rather spend a life sentence in jail for murder than let him touch me

I had et some sleep Otherwise, I wouldn’t even be able to re et paid And I’d already spent a lot of s on the camera system

But I had a feeling soht

I just knew it

And if it did, I would call the police

I sat atin theunder my eyes, and there was a lifeless look to hts were spent in anxiety, and htmares

I stared at myself and suddenly reo

Asking about a wohter

She was a dancer…I’m a dancer

She’s …and the police are of no help

I liftedat azed atall the emotions written on my face like words of a horror story

I had to find the man with the photo

Who was he?