Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26891175-20150908151003

I have recently deleted my email account, and the reason is quite disturbing. If you don't believe me I understand, I would'nt believe myself either. With all that aside this is the reason I deleted my email account, and I don't plan on making another any time soon. I am a single women, and i've been one my whole life.

I suffer from major depression. My dog died a couple months ago, and it was one of the tragedies that has effected me the most. My four legged companion whos name was diablo, died in a car crash that i've gotten into when I was bringing him home from the vet. I am now im a wheelchair because of the accident.

My friend showed me a site called facebook, where you can meet, talk, and play games with people you know, or people you don't know. She thought it would help me with my depression. She helped me make an account, and took a picture of me and uploaded it so people would know what I looked like.

I didn't like the idea of people I didn't know know what I looked like. She told me it would be easier for people that know you, find you easier. So that made me like the idea, just a little more. After she set my account up she left, and told me that she would add me when she got home.

I added some info about myself, which now I regret doing. I put my email in, since I have an online shop, where I make unique necklaces of random stuff i've found while strolling outside, in my wheelchair. I also put my age in, my favorite things, and what I do in my free time.

A few days passed, and i've made quite a few friends. My friends list went from zero to ten in one day. I know to most people this won't feel like much, but to me it means I've met new friends who will be there for me. One day I went to check if I recieved any new emails, since checking it a few days back. I went into my spam folder, and I found out I got a message from a Tom Richards.

I clicked the email, and what I saw made my stomach drop, and I felt sick. An email that read.

Hi, you are very pretty, and I was wondering if you would like to meet somewhere, i've noticed you live in the same area I live at. If you agree to this, send me an email saying where you would like to meet.

I know at first it seems like a harmless guy wanting to meet but it is way worse then that.

I tried declining in the nicest way I could think of.

Hi I appreciate the invitation, but im currently on vacation. Maybe another time?

I thought that would fool him, but I went farther and added a facebook post on my account saying.

Enjoying the view here at the beach, I pray I don't get sunburnt.

I signed out of facebook after that. I was feeling tired, so I put a light blanket over me and tried to sleep. After trying for five minutes, I decided its just not time for me to go to sleep yet. I called my friend, Taylor whos the one that helped me setup my facebook account. I asked her if she knew Tom Richards, and she replied with no. She then asked why and I answered with. well he sent me a friend request, and he wants to meet somewhere so that made me think if he was a friend of yours

She told me if I dont want to be friends with him, a good thing to do is for me to block him from facebook. Then I told her he sent me an email as well. She told me if he did, then take your email off of your facebook info, and either make a new one, or just ignore his emails.

I took her advice, and started ignoring his emails. But they started become repetitive. He would send me emails asking questions almost every hour. Questions like.

How are you doing today?

Do you plan on doing anything today?

What color underwear are you wearing?

There were many other questions, but i don't really think I need to tell you every single one. I tried my hardest ignoring these emails, but they just kept coming.

I felt like I was being attacked by a pervert, or something. Which was probably what he was. I called the cops hoping they would help, and they told me what Taylor said. ignore his emails, and we will find who is sending you the messages.

A couple more weeks passed. More, and more emails coming, and coming. I had enough of it so I deleted my email.

One month has passed, and here I am telling you this story, and the emails finally stopped. I gave out a sigh of relief. Here I thought I was safe at last. Until I recieved a text on my phone.

There was no caller id, and I swallowed hard preparing for the worst. When I read the text, a tear fell from my face. It read.

I love the way you sleep, it makes me kinda horny, and I like it.

There was a picture of me sleeping. I don't know how he managed to take a picture, with noone noticing it.

More texts kept coming, and coming, and coming until it drove me insane. I might end my life today, to end all this. I will never be free, I will never have any privacy. My life is not worth living anymore. Its kind of not mine anymore, but to this man that follows me, and takes pictures of me while I sleep. Goodbye world, its been a good 36 years. But theirs just one thing I need to know.

How did he find out where I live? I didn't put that in my facebook info. Also please be careful, of the information you put on social sites. You never know who will see it.

I rolled my wheelchair to the elevator outside of my room. Went to the roof, and took one last look of my once peaceful home. In the corner of my eye I see him. The man that has ruined my life. I roll off, closing my eyes, smiling before hearing a loud SPLAT 