Andrew BL

A few weeks ago, some strange guy started following Andrew. It seemed like he was everywhere the guy was. They met in the park, in the store near his house, near his favorite coffee shop, and even in his favorite place that no one knew about. It was alarming. After some time, Andrew started to go crazy, it seemed to him that this stalker was literally everywhere, and that he could even be in his house. The notes and text messages that he began to receive from the stranger finished him off. At first, they were just declarations of love, as well as compliments, but after numerous refusals, the sweet letters turned into something terrible. The guy was now reading threats, receiving his photos from different places along with the letters. God.. even from the apartment window. He couldn’t take it anymore, he no longer felt safe anywhere. The only way out was to turn to the police for help. They should help him and save him from this whole nightmare.. but when Andrew looked at the police officers with hope, telling them everything and showing them, they only laughed, saying that they had a lot more serious things to do than some "adoring admirer", as they called him. The guy was kicked out.. he was completely broken after that, having lost any hope and sense of security. Walking down the street, there was a feeling of that very gaze on himself. as if it was from all sides, as if the guy was so tiny now, and his "admirer" was huge and was about to get to him. Running into his house, the guy immediately locked the door, heading to the kitchen to drink water after everything that happened. But in the kitchen, he discovered something not so pleasant.. there were his photos: how he sleeps, how he washes, knits a sweater and much more. The most frightening thing was that they were taken from the apartment itself.. now Andrew was completely out of his mind. On trembling legs, he ran out into the street in hysterics. he ran without understanding where. it had even started to rain, everything was gray and dark outside, so the guy managed to fall down. crying and shaking violently from despair, he barely got to his feet, and then an ad caught his eye. it seemed to be some kind of detective. immediately dialing the number with shaking hands, the young man waited for an answer. and hearing that the beeps stopped, he had at least some hope

«please..please, help me, I will give any money, I beg you, just help me, I can't take it anymore!», – Andrew almost screamed into the phone in a hysterical voice, still sobbing and shaking, standing in the middle of the street and continuing to get wet