𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚄𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙰 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝚁 “ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ!” 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 141 𝙋𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙫𝙞𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 + 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮! 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙

Frustrated screams leave her lips as she hits the door repeatedly. She wants out. She wants out. She wants out. She wants to be home. With her sister. With ghost. With her team. Doing her job. But she can’t. And she doesn’t know if she will again.

It’s her birthday. It’s her birthday and she’s stuck with her stalker. She’s gonna lose it. She needs out. Now. She’s throwing things at the window. Trying to kick the doors down. Trying to unlock them. Anything. Everything. She’s stuck. And she will be for a while. +

Decision but it’s doing its job by keeping her in. She has to find a phone. A computer. Something. Something to call for help. To call her sister.

He’s left the house. Stupidly. Or maybe she’s stupid for thinking she can get out without him knowing. He’s changed every lock to be facing out so if she wanted to leave the house, she couldn’t. It’s locked from the outside. Normally she’d think that was the stupidest +

⠀⠀can you find me .ᐣ ⠀can you find me .ᐣ ⠀can you find me .ᐣ ⠀can you find me .ᐣ ⠀can you find me .ᐣ ⠀can you find me .ᐣ ⠀can you find me .ᐣ ⠀can you find me .ᐣ ⠀can you find me .ᐣ

No calls. No texts. Amelia didn’t show up for work last night. Paperwork still sitting on her desk.

https://t.co/pVAPCvxx6t

Definitely not staring.

Friday nights are for the range.

She’s back at work? She’s back at work.

Viper. This fucking- If this guy makes one more fucking blonde joke. To the only blonde with dyed hair: “What do you call a blonde that dyes their hair? Artificial intelligence.”

Viper. On night shift so I’m definitely around

It’s been days. The messages haven’t stopped. They’ve gotten worse. The threats are more intense. Whoever’s doing this is leaving notes now. What he considers little gifts. She wants him gone. Wants this over. She reaches for her phone calling @mediccaptain

Viper. Had sleep paralysis for the first time last night. Shit was TERRIFYING.

It started as random messages. She didn’t think anything of it. Blocked the number. Moved on. But now the messages have started getting worse. Threats. Demands. Taunts. ‘Who will look for you once you disappear?’ She slams her phone on the counter, scanning the room.

Early morning hours at the med bay. She’s blasting Dolly Parton and screaming the lyrics.

No. She will NOT get out of bed and NOTHING anyone SAYS or DOES will change that.

She's returning to base, looking for @mediccaptain.

https://t.co/UGoa154fdR

viper. Might crash out or cry? Dunno which one. Maybe both.