My Little Poet

Part 2

She was scared.

Genuinely, fully, completely scared.

Terrified.

Petrified.

No matter how you say it, she was flat out scared.

It was a Saturday when she found the first message.

She had planned to ask the three people who knew about her poetry on Monday about the graffiti. But before she could, it happened again.

This time the message read " MY LITTLE POET, I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN."

She was fucking scared. Because despite the message she went back to another poetry club and preformed.

Then when she woke up on sunday that message was there.

It had to mean that they were there at the club right?

But none of the three who knew were there.

Or as far as she knew.