Having a life shared on social media means there will be people who think they know me. Think they deserve access to me. Think they know more about me than I've shared, or want to share. That's the downside of becoming an "influencer." It started with some harmless comments, then he moved to DM's. But now messages are escalating. He's escalating and I don't even know who "he" is. And it's not only on my phone anymore. It's notes on my car and things out of place. Shadows that don't belong to my stride and unease that continues to grow anytime I'm alone. I don't know where to turn for safety. Nowhere is safe. Nowhere is private. And I can't keep pretending that everything is fine. Because it isn't. And I am not okay. I don't truly feel seen in my uneasiness, until Professor Marcus Williams comes to campus. I have zero desire to throw myself at the handsome professor, but he's there as my "knight in shining armor" when I least expect it. I'm no damsel in distress. But he's going to be the one to save me, even from the unnamed monster stepping out of the shadows.