Page 13 of Bleed for Me


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In blood and flesh, you are mine.

I swallow the lump in my throat and read it over and over.

Where did this come from? What does it mean?

I look around the room to see if there’s anything else different but don’t notice any other odd cards or any missing items. My eyes slowly drift back to the card, reading it once more.

Someone was in my apartment. Someone wants me.

But for what?

Taylor:

What?! Just sitting there?

Me:

Yeah, it was on the counter. I didn’t even notice till I was leaving for work.

I glance up at the clock again. We’re not really supposed to use our phones at work but we’ve been dead for the last hour. I’ve already done all the closing tasks I can until I lock the door and there’s still another twenty minutes before I can do that. So I decided to text Taylor about what I found earlier. Obsessing over it in my head during my shift only caused me to grow more anxious and I needed to tell someone else what was happening.

I have no interest in being a feature on one of my favorite true crime podcasts. My horrid story of being a murder victim of some crazed stalker being rehashed in between inappropriate jokes and oddly timed ads for some obscure deodorant company. Hoping to avoid this fate, I decided to take some precautions.

Precaution number one: tell my closest friend some creep broke into my apartment and left a cryptic note.

Taylor:

Babe, I think you should change your locks or something. Or better yet. Move!! That apartment is a *poop emoji* *hole emoji* anyway.

Taylor:

No offense

Snorting, I quickly type out my reply.

Me:

Dude, if I could move I would. But I’ll look into changing my locks, I don’t know if the manager would let me. Or if it would even help. How did they get in anyway? No one else has keys.

Taylor:

Ummmmm, did you forget about me? I have a key!

Me:

Oh shit…are you my stalker? *side eye emoji*

Taylor:

Bitch, you wish. You couldn’t handle all this *peach emoji*

Me:

*laughing emoji* *skull emoji* I love you

Taylor:

Love ya too. Change your locks! And at least look at other apartments.

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