One Text Away From the Danger
The messege (part 2)
I stare at the phone screen for a few more seconds, feelIng an odd unease creep into my chest. i have only been in this country for a couple of months, studying abroad. The hustle of a new city, new language, and unfamiliar faces had already been overwhelming enough. But this? This was... strange.
I look around In my small apartment. The cIty’s nighttime hum buzzes outside, but it feels distant, as if i living in a world that doesn’t quite belong to me.
A few weeks ago, I thought studying here would be just a dream come true. But now, things are starting to feel less like a dream and more like a trap.
you
(ShakIng my head, i try to brush it off)
The message was probably a prank. Maybe some local students playIng games, trying to get a reaction. i am in a new country—people here can be a bit... bold.
But then, another message flashes on the screen. This time, it’s from Fahad.
I freeze, fIngers hoverIng over the screen. I have never heard of a mafIa leader named Fahad, and honestly, i wasn’t sure If I even wanted to know who he was. But the fact that he somehow knew you tried to block him... that sent a shiver down your spine.
The next mornIng, i can’t shake off the strange feeling. The text from Fahad replaying in your head, over and over.
I try to push It asIde. i have classes to attend. i have got papers to write, friends to meet, and a life to build here in this foreign land.
But as I step Into my first lecture of the day, i can’t help but notice the odd glances from some students. It's as if they know somethIng i don't. They speak in their native language, and you understand just enough to catch the word "moretti" being whispered between two girls sitting across the room.
I try to ignore it, but the name lingers in your mind.
Later that Evening – Outside My Apartment
I was walkIng back from class, takIng the usual route to my apartment, when i stop in my tracks. A black car is parked right across the street, just outside the building. Its tinted windows hide the inside, but i feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
i think nothing of it at first. Maybe it's just someone waiting for a friend, or a delivery. But as i continue walking, my phone buzzes once more.
You glance up at the car and freeze.
Your heart starts pounding as the words seem to echo in your mind.
Comments
AteneaRU.
That cliffhanger though... update please!
2025-02-06
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