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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Drama
- Published: 05/02/2024
Elora's letter
Born 2007, F, from Florida, United StatesHave you ever wondered if the person behind you is following you? Do those eyes are on top of you? Do you suddenly wake up at 3 a.m. cause of an unusual sound? Well, if you feel identified please continue reading my story.
September 10, 2014.- I was in my sophomore year, 16 years old. I was living my own life, had friends, good grades, to be honest, a normal life, or so I thought.
One day I woke up and saw that a random number had texted me “Hey, Elora you better dress up, you do not want others to see you that way, right? At the time I did not think too hard about it, since it was probably one of the pranks my friends had done, so I just followed along... until it got more serious.
That unanimous person started texting things about me that not even my own family knew. I decided to block it.
I continued with my life, simply different from before. I started watching my surroundings more closely since now I felt eyes on me everywhere I went.
A few weeks after that incident, another number texted me, “You are getting pretty by the day, why did you block back then? Did you think I was going to tell everyone your secrets?” I wanted to block it again, but I felt like I needed to confront that person. I got to know that the person was a guy. Let me name him for now, James. But more than that, every time I asked something personal about him such as “do we see each other?” He always knew how to answer neutrally. He manipulated me, making me believe we could be friends, that I could trust him... oh man, how foolish I was.
Two months had passed since he first texted me. Everything was pretty “normal.” He finally decided to tell me that he was two years older than me and that he saw me every day. Once again, I felt those uncomfortable feelings that I had felt before. Yet, he convinced me that this was normal between us.
He started to be more aggressive through calls and texts, even sexually texting me. When I told him I was uncomfortable with it, he told me “Shush, don’t you dare to order me around, you might give me the excuse to go over to your house while your parents are at work.”
I froze, my first thoughts were “How?” “Did you-” “when?” He probably knew I got scared so he said “Darling, my love, I know my things about you, so just do as I say for the sake of both of us, okay?” At that moment, I knew I had messed up with the wrong person and there was no going back, so I just agreed with his demands.
Not too long after that conversation, in the middle of the night, I woke up! My heart was rising, and my breathing was unstable...especially when I realized I was alone, no one was at home... I heard a sound “shit, is it him?” I quickly went to check if all the windows were closed, and doors were locked. It was already too late, he was inside, just waiting for me to notice him. I got to see his face and it was the same guy I talked to on my first day of school when I transferred, just that this time he seemed scarier, like a psychopath. He grabbed me and pulled me in, I was screaming for help, he was trying to keep me quiet saying he was doing all of this for us, that my best option was to stay quiet so that it wouldn’t hurt...1...2...3 it was just a dream!
I ran to the kitchen. I was so happy when I saw my mom making breakfast, I hugged her and kissed her. She asked me if I was okay, I said that I had a bad dream but that was all. Still, I had my doubts about why I dreamed about that guy because, to be honest, I had just talked to him once... was it a sign?
I went to school, and between classes, I received a text message from James telling me that we should meet up at lunch since in his mind we were “dating.” It would have been my first time seeing his appearance.
It was the same guy I had dreamed of... I freaked out but I kept my cool. During the conversation he said he had waited for this day, to finally see each other as a couple. He searched up to my hands but I pulled away. At that moment, the sweet shy voice that he had started talking with, changed it to an authoritative voice. So, yeah, once again I did as he told me.
After he enjoyed himself with my body, he let me go but with a warning, he said “Love, remember I know things about you that you wouldn’t like anyone else to know.” I nodded and left quickly trying to hold back my tears.
Time has passed, and I have come to accept his behavior towards me; that I was in his possession. Later on, I was invited to a party that most of the school was going to. Of course, I asked for his permission first, and to my surprise he said yes, as long I stayed in his eyesight, or there would be consequences.
While I was getting ready to go to the party, my mom knocked on my door and told me to be careful that there was a rumor of a killer going from town to town, and that probably was there expecting his next victim. I told her not to worry that either way I was close to home, less than 10 blocks away. Still, I had a slight thought of James wondering if he had any correlation with the killer. Since the time he came to town, his behavior, mysterious vibe was all too suspicious.
I went to the party, I had a little bit of fun with my friends, but then James came to ask for a dance, and while we were dancing, he said how much he loved me, and that he knew that sometimes he is bossy but that he was trying his best for me, for him, for us. I almost believed it, but I saw bruises on his left arm and scratches on his neck. Suddenly, the thought of a woman going missing five days ago came to mind, the corpse had been found on the lake near our town and had shown signs that she had tried to defend herself.
I looked him straight in the eyes as if I went forward to kiss him, but what I did was whisper in his ear, “You did something, didn’t you?” There, we locked eyes and then he grabbed me and pulled me in his car, saying that I was drunk and that he would take me home. While he was driving, he started saying, “Oh, Elora, I just wanted to have a fresh start with you, but that woman was in the way I didn’t want to cheat you know, so I just did what I had to do. I didn’t want you to know this part of me, but oh well, I guess you weren’t the right one... just like others, I loved them so much, but they would always do stuff that made me angry, just like you did right now, so just like them you need to face your consequences. Love, this will hurt me more than you think, you should've stayed quiet, and be my adorable girlfriend but no you chose to play with fire”
It has been two hours, past midnight. I am scared, but there is no way back now. He does not know I'm writing this.... shit! the car just stopped, and he locked the doors, I'm sure he will kill me. PLEASE! If anyone ever finds my body or this letter please let everyone know that the one who killed me was A-
Elora's letter(Nathaly)
Have you ever wondered if the person behind you is following you? Do those eyes are on top of you? Do you suddenly wake up at 3 a.m. cause of an unusual sound? Well, if you feel identified please continue reading my story.
September 10, 2014.- I was in my sophomore year, 16 years old. I was living my own life, had friends, good grades, to be honest, a normal life, or so I thought.
One day I woke up and saw that a random number had texted me “Hey, Elora you better dress up, you do not want others to see you that way, right? At the time I did not think too hard about it, since it was probably one of the pranks my friends had done, so I just followed along... until it got more serious.
That unanimous person started texting things about me that not even my own family knew. I decided to block it.
I continued with my life, simply different from before. I started watching my surroundings more closely since now I felt eyes on me everywhere I went.
A few weeks after that incident, another number texted me, “You are getting pretty by the day, why did you block back then? Did you think I was going to tell everyone your secrets?” I wanted to block it again, but I felt like I needed to confront that person. I got to know that the person was a guy. Let me name him for now, James. But more than that, every time I asked something personal about him such as “do we see each other?” He always knew how to answer neutrally. He manipulated me, making me believe we could be friends, that I could trust him... oh man, how foolish I was.
Two months had passed since he first texted me. Everything was pretty “normal.” He finally decided to tell me that he was two years older than me and that he saw me every day. Once again, I felt those uncomfortable feelings that I had felt before. Yet, he convinced me that this was normal between us.
He started to be more aggressive through calls and texts, even sexually texting me. When I told him I was uncomfortable with it, he told me “Shush, don’t you dare to order me around, you might give me the excuse to go over to your house while your parents are at work.”
I froze, my first thoughts were “How?” “Did you-” “when?” He probably knew I got scared so he said “Darling, my love, I know my things about you, so just do as I say for the sake of both of us, okay?” At that moment, I knew I had messed up with the wrong person and there was no going back, so I just agreed with his demands.
Not too long after that conversation, in the middle of the night, I woke up! My heart was rising, and my breathing was unstable...especially when I realized I was alone, no one was at home... I heard a sound “shit, is it him?” I quickly went to check if all the windows were closed, and doors were locked. It was already too late, he was inside, just waiting for me to notice him. I got to see his face and it was the same guy I talked to on my first day of school when I transferred, just that this time he seemed scarier, like a psychopath. He grabbed me and pulled me in, I was screaming for help, he was trying to keep me quiet saying he was doing all of this for us, that my best option was to stay quiet so that it wouldn’t hurt...1...2...3 it was just a dream!
I ran to the kitchen. I was so happy when I saw my mom making breakfast, I hugged her and kissed her. She asked me if I was okay, I said that I had a bad dream but that was all. Still, I had my doubts about why I dreamed about that guy because, to be honest, I had just talked to him once... was it a sign?
I went to school, and between classes, I received a text message from James telling me that we should meet up at lunch since in his mind we were “dating.” It would have been my first time seeing his appearance.
It was the same guy I had dreamed of... I freaked out but I kept my cool. During the conversation he said he had waited for this day, to finally see each other as a couple. He searched up to my hands but I pulled away. At that moment, the sweet shy voice that he had started talking with, changed it to an authoritative voice. So, yeah, once again I did as he told me.
After he enjoyed himself with my body, he let me go but with a warning, he said “Love, remember I know things about you that you wouldn’t like anyone else to know.” I nodded and left quickly trying to hold back my tears.
Time has passed, and I have come to accept his behavior towards me; that I was in his possession. Later on, I was invited to a party that most of the school was going to. Of course, I asked for his permission first, and to my surprise he said yes, as long I stayed in his eyesight, or there would be consequences.
While I was getting ready to go to the party, my mom knocked on my door and told me to be careful that there was a rumor of a killer going from town to town, and that probably was there expecting his next victim. I told her not to worry that either way I was close to home, less than 10 blocks away. Still, I had a slight thought of James wondering if he had any correlation with the killer. Since the time he came to town, his behavior, mysterious vibe was all too suspicious.
I went to the party, I had a little bit of fun with my friends, but then James came to ask for a dance, and while we were dancing, he said how much he loved me, and that he knew that sometimes he is bossy but that he was trying his best for me, for him, for us. I almost believed it, but I saw bruises on his left arm and scratches on his neck. Suddenly, the thought of a woman going missing five days ago came to mind, the corpse had been found on the lake near our town and had shown signs that she had tried to defend herself.
I looked him straight in the eyes as if I went forward to kiss him, but what I did was whisper in his ear, “You did something, didn’t you?” There, we locked eyes and then he grabbed me and pulled me in his car, saying that I was drunk and that he would take me home. While he was driving, he started saying, “Oh, Elora, I just wanted to have a fresh start with you, but that woman was in the way I didn’t want to cheat you know, so I just did what I had to do. I didn’t want you to know this part of me, but oh well, I guess you weren’t the right one... just like others, I loved them so much, but they would always do stuff that made me angry, just like you did right now, so just like them you need to face your consequences. Love, this will hurt me more than you think, you should've stayed quiet, and be my adorable girlfriend but no you chose to play with fire”
It has been two hours, past midnight. I am scared, but there is no way back now. He does not know I'm writing this.... shit! the car just stopped, and he locked the doors, I'm sure he will kill me. PLEASE! If anyone ever finds my body or this letter please let everyone know that the one who killed me was A-
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