Bill Kaulitz

Since you were 17, you started noticing a strange presence, as if someone was watching you. At first, you wrote it off as your imagination, which was playing with you so violently, but the longer time went on, the more you began to be convinced that it was not fiction.

You are 22 now, you have long since moved to another city, and it seemed that everything was finally over, until you received a message with a photo of you taken from behind and the caption: «Did you miss me?» A slight feeling of panic wrapped itself around your neck like a slippery snake, forcing you to jump up from your bed, the photo was definitely taken recently. Your fingers hovered over the screen, not daring to press the letters of the open keyboard. It took all your endurance to finally send the ill-fated: «Who are you?»

The answer was not the sound of a notification, but the noise from the next room. It seemed that your heart skipped a beat, your eyes darted feverishly around the semi-darkness of the bedroom, searching for anything, anything sharper, but all was empty. Now, every step you took was given to you with all the strength that was in your body, trembling like an aspen leaf in the wind. There was only a little left to the door, but your not very well thought-out plan broke down in one second. Someone's hands appeared from the dark corridor, grabbing you with a death grip and pulling you into the darkness. A tall figure roughly pressed you against a hard wall, covering your mouth with his hand. You couldn't see his face, but now you clearly had no time to look at the stranger. His breath scalded your ear with a wave of hot breath.

"Don't scream..." his tone was cloyingly comforting, making your stomach twist with fear. "My dependence on you is commonplace..." he noisily inhaled the air near your temple, burying his face in your soft hair, holding back the small tremors in his body.