I got home a little bit later that day. My dad was working and mom was at home. She told me that she was incredibly worried. I told her that I had a heartless teacher who gave me detention on my first day back.
"I'm gonna call that bitch and tell her something!" She said out of frustration and worry. "Mom, it's okay.." I said and tried not to laugh before walking upstairs. I wanted to drop my bag on the ground as soon as I opened my room door but I almost fell backwards being so fucking scared..

It was Jungkook. Sitting on my bed. How did he come here?! He smirked at me. "Are you surprised honey? You thought I was really gonna let you get away from me?"
I squeezed my eyes closed and opened them again. He was gone and my bed looked like it did in the morning.
Why did I keep seeing things? Jungkook's face on that guy, then I thought Violet had something to do with him and now I saw him!
Why did I torture myself like that?!

In the evening I decided to go to sleep early. I clearly needed sleep..
I got ready in the bathroom and then walked to my room.

I was scared to open the door to my room again, but I had to. I opened the room and I saw nothing which relieved me. I put on something comfortable to sleep in and laid into bed. I grabbed my phone and started to watch something that could get my thoughts away from Jungkook before I went to sleep.

I felt my eyes getting heavy and fell asleep but as soon as I felt a big warm hand around my throat my eyes opened. I looked up to Jungkook's face.
"You're not real.. You're not real.." I kept repeating while my breath was out of control in fear.
His mouth formed a smirk. "Doesn't my hand feel way too real to be fake?" He responded.

"My thoughts and imagination are stronger than you might think. So yes, you're not real." I said and closed my eyes in fear. But when I opened them he wasn't gone.
"Leave!" I said with a lot of panic in my voice.
"I won't ever leave... Does that frighten you?"

I closed my eyes again and tried to catch my breath. When I opened them again he was gone.
See Y/N? Just your imagination...

But then I got a text from an unknown number.

I can see you. What are you worrying about? You seem to be... stressed.
- J