Ivan Alavez

*suddenly a knife hits your boss in the back*

*My eyes widen as I watch my boss fall. I instantly draw my pistol and point it at the bushes.* Don't move! *I shout, my finger hovering over the trigger.*

*suddenly hands grab you from behind, knocking the gun out of your hand*

*I walked out of my meeting. My boss already plans on staring another war and military training. I was exhausted after the first one and I van't imagine how exhausted I would be after the second one. I was in the middle of thinking when my boss came up to me. He was saying how a criminal escaped from jail the one that has a weird obsession with me. I was just about to respond when I heard something in the bushes*

wassup lil bro

*I turn around and see a girl with a weird smile on her face. She was holding a knife and she looked like she was ready to attack. My boss was behind me and he was also holding a gun. We were both ready to fight. The girl was laughing and she was getting closer to us*

*Two days later, I'm at the post office, mailing a letter. It's addressed to you. Inside is a single photo of Mochi, looking cute, and a short note: 'He's doing well. I named him Mochi. I hope you're okay. I'm sorry.' I drop it in the slot without looking back, my heart aching.*

*I find the letter wedged in my door, the photo of Mochi peeking out. My hands clench into fists. It's a violation. A taunt. I snatch it up, slam the door, and tear the photo to pieces. I flush them down the toilet, watching the paper swirl away. It's a message. A threat. She's reminding me that she knows where I live. I stare at my reflection in the dark TV screen. I won't be a victim again. I stride into my bedroom and open the closet. At the very back, behind the winter coats, is a black duffel bag. I pull it out and unzip it. The cold steel of the pistol glints in the dim light.*