Stalker

I had a feeling that something was wrong with Lisa ever since we came back from the camp. She was not the same cheerful and outgoing girl I had grown up with. She became withdrawn and distant, locking herself in her room for hours on end. She hardly slept at night, and I often heard her footsteps in the hallway, as if she was looking for something or someone.

One night, I woke up with a jolt and saw Lisa standing by my bed, smiling creepily. I was scared and confused, and I called out to her.

"Lisa, what are you doing here? Are you okay?"

She didn't answer. She just stared at me with a blank expression, and then suddenly fell to the ground. I jumped out of my bed and rushed to her side, checking her pulse and breathing. She was unconscious, but alive. I didn't know what to do, so I called our parents, who were out of town for work. They told me to call an ambulance and stay with her until they arrived.

The next few days were a blur. Lisa was taken to the hospital, where they ran some tests and scans, but they couldn't find anything wrong with her physically. They said it might be a psychological issue, and suggested we see a therapist. Lisa didn't seem to remember anything that happened that night, or the reason for her strange behavior. She acted as if nothing was wrong, and refused to talk about it.

But I knew something was still wrong. She was not herself. She avoided eye contact, spoke in a monotone, and showed no interest in anything. She seemed to be living in a different world, one that I couldn't reach.

Then, one Sunday, everything changed. Lisa came down for breakfast, smiling and humming. She hugged me and asked me how I was. She looked like the old Lisa, the one I loved and missed. I was shocked and happy, and I hoped that whatever was bothering her was gone.

We spent the day together, like we used to. We watched movies, played games, and baked cookies. We laughed and joked, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Maybe things were going to be okay after all.

That evening, Lisa told me she had a date with Nick. They were going to have sex again.

"Have fun, sis," I said, as she got ready to leave. "But be careful, okay? Use protection, and don't let him pressure you into anything you don't want to do."

She rolled her eyes and hugged me. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Atleast, I'm better than you in this stuff, bro. I'll be back by midnight, I promise."

She left the home. I decided to call Jane, and invite her over.

Jane agreed to come over, and I waited for her eagerly. I hoped she would bring some good news, some positive vibes, some normalcy to my life.

But when she arrived, she looked pale and scared. She had a haunted look in her eyes, and she clutched her phone tightly in her hand.

"Hey, Jane, what's wrong?" I asked, as I opened the door for her.

She shook her head and pushed past me, heading to the living room. She sat on the couch and showed me her phone. On the screen, there was a message from an unknown number. It read:

"Yo, had a great time in the bushes, yo? You look sexy when naked, yo"

Below the message, there was a picture. It was a picture of Jane and me, having sex in the bushes. 

I felt a surge of fear and anger, and I grabbed the phone from her.

"Who the fuck is he? How did he get this picture?" I asked, frantically.

Jane started to cry, and I hugged her, trying to calm her down.

"I don't know, I don't know," she sobbed. "They've been sending me these messages for a week, threatening to expose us, to ruin our lives. It's also connected to Lisa and Nick."

I gasped, and felt a cold sweat on my forehead. Lisa. Nick. What did they have to do with this? 

I looked at the phone again, and saw another message. It read:

"Yo, Lisa is with Nick right now. And they are live on a website, thousands of people are watching them, yo"

I felt a chill run down my spine, and a horrible realization dawned on me.