Sonia awoke with a start.
It was warm, she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
She kicked off the clean, crisp white sheet sheet she had been tucked in with and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and then finger-combed her hair.

She automatically reached for her phone, when she paused.
Memories from the night before slowly began to trickle in, and it made Sonia shiver.

Sonia's phone was currently plugged in, and sitting on the bedside table "when last night, I'd thrown that piece of crap on the floor. I'm almost positive!" Sonia thought to herself.

Sonia's phone then dinged, and lit up - As if in frustration of being spoken about, but not to.
She just knew it was a message from Peter, and although she really liked the guy, it was beginning to feel like he wasn't worth it - She was genuinely frightened.

"Morning Babe! How'd you sleep? I slept really well! I dreamt of you! 😊 Whoops! Is that weird/odd/stalkerish of me to say?"
The message from Peter read.

To Sonia though, it was 180 odd new words in a brand new chapter.

Too terrifying for words...

Sonia cleared her throat - As if that minor action could dislodge her heart that was firmly lodged there, before pausing to truly contemplate what words there were within the english language that could accurately convey even just one of the several million questions running rampant through her head.
Sonias heart appeared to be entering a marathon, it's new staccato rhythm leaving her feeling both light headed, and short of breath.
The words 'Anxiety Attack' vaguely wafted through her mind.
"Not now!" She forced out through gritted teeth.

Her phone made a pinging noise from next to her. 
Sonia somehow managed to unlock it while rummaging through her kitchen drawers for a brown paper bag.

"WHAT'S GOING ON? ARE YOU OK? WHY ARE YOU PANICKING? WHAT CAN I DO? IFEELSOHELPLESS! THISFUCKINGSUCKS! SONIA, PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOU'RE OK!!!!!"
Peter's message reeked of empathy, sympathy and understanding.

Sonia was distracted with the ingrained requirement of breathing in. And breathing out. All within the confines of the brown paper bag.

"DON'TYOUDAREIGNOREME! MYCONCERNFORYOUISDESTROYINGME!!! ANSWERMESONIA-NOW!!"
The irate and borderline rude message came through the Wattpad story as Sonia was staring at the chapter.

"What is this dude's issue?" Sonia snapped impatiently. "This is legit getting beyond a joke! He went from my dream-man to my own brand of personal nightmare within the space of forty-eight hours."

The next slab of text arrived on Sonias Samsung S10, within Wattpad.

"IWILLFINDYOU... AND. I. WILL. CUT. YOU!!"

It was at this point in time, Sonia switched her phone off, and smiled to herself, "No power, no messages, no story!" she happily muttered.

Only for her phone to ping with a new notification.

Sonia threw her phone over the room, this time ensuring she hit the corner of the phone on the solid wood exposed beam, and upon seeing her phone shatter, a wry little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Message phone shards! Haha! I WIN!" Sonia shouted exhuberantly.

Then, Sonias dusty old 2006 Lenovo laptop that had been gathering dust since she completed her bookkeeping class in that same year, made an identical "pinging" noise to what her phone had made only ten seconds before.

"no, no, No, NO, NO,NO,NONONO"
Sonia shouted almost hysterically. "This is not possible. Not at all. Not ever. That battery hasn't been charged in over 13 years! How the FUCK can notifications be coming through there!?!" Sonia's voice was coming through hoarse, and gravelly through the intense anxiety and fear pounding through her body with every pump of her heart.

Slowly, the fear and anxiety levels rose so high within Sonia, she couldn't catch her breath, she couldn't find the brown paper bag, and black spots started to line her vision.
With that, Sonia lost consciousness.
Swept adrift in a sea of.... black.

When Sonia came to, she awoke with a start.
It was warm, she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
She kicked off the clean, crisp white sheet sheet she had been tucked in with and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and then finger-combed her hair.
It wasn't until she fearfully looked across the room to where her broken and smashed phone should have been, her attention was drawn to her bedside table instead, where a brand new Samsung S10 was plugged in, fully charged and waiting for her.

She waved her hand over the phone, almost not believing it was real - when it made a pinging sound and lit up underneath her hand.

It was real alright - and Peter hadn't finished speaking.

Sonia, ever-so-slowly and with a hearty tremble to her hands, used her thumbprint to unlock the phone and display the new slabs of text from while she was unconscious.

"YOUBITCH! YOUDIDTHATONPURPOSE! YOU'LLBELUCKYIFIDON'TSKINYOUALIVE-CUNT! I'MNOTTOBEIGNORED!" Peter had said or sent.

It was at this moment, that Sonia knew she had to start to research. Start to gather as much information, as was humanly possible.

Peter, although originally seeming like her dream-boat guy... now? Seemed more like a demon. Most definitely not someone she wanted to be tied to. At all.
Ever.

She rolled her shoulders, her neck, and cracked her knuckles, "Let's do this shit!" Sonia said.

A/N
Hello!
Chapter four hey!
Creeeeeeepy stuffs!
Hehe
Please vote if you like it.

~Sonia Rose 🥀