I clutch my phone tightly in my hand. I can feel the metal edges digging into my palm, but I ignore it and continue on. I can't lose one of my pieces of evidence. I walk down the sidewalk with my head held high. I'm not going to lie. I feel pretty confident right now. I can almost taste my freedom.

I stop in front of my destination and give a look at my salvation.

I'm now at the police station. I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner. It could have saved me from a lot of drama and heart ache. It was probably  because I was too focused on handling it on my own and dealing with them that I didn't think to ask for help.

The police station is in the centre of town. It's a relatively new building considering it's a historic town and most of the buildings were built in the mid 1800's to early 1900's. In giant blue letters on the side of the building is the word police. The red bricking differentiates it from the rest of the white and stone buildings surrounding it.

I stand there for a minute trying to open the door. It won't open. Is it locked? Why would the police station be closed it's only like 4pm. That's when I realize I'm pushing a pull door. Oops. I take a look around me to see if anyone caught me. No one was here to see me embarrass myself.

I pull the handle and step in. A few officers are standing around talking to one another. The interior is up to date with a several glass offices with modern furniture. Several pillars are in rows down the corridor. In the centre of the open building is a waiting area with a secretary.

"Hello. My name is Marley Harris. I'm a high school student down at Hamilton High. I would like to report a stalker. Is there someone available I can talk to about this?" I say trying to sound as friendly as possible. She looks up at me and smiles revealing a set of perfect white teeth. She looks to be around the same age as my grandma.

"Oh dear, that's not very good." She points to an office across the hall from us. "Go right on in. I'll inform officer Darren about your problem, dearie."

"Thank you so much!" I reply before walking into the office. I take a seat on the other side of his desk and wait for him to come.

The door opens and reveals a short man who isn't much taller than me. He has a beer belly and a lot of stubble on his face. His uniform has a couple crumbs on his shirt and icing smeared on the corner of his mouth. He had a doughnut and didn't share? Rude.

"Good evening Ms. Harris. I'm officer Darren. I've been informed you have some evidence of a stalker." I nod.

"May I see your evidence that you brought in?" I place my phone in front of him on his desk with the messages already on display. He goes through all the messages I got from the stalker.

"Is there any other evidence you have for me?"

"I suspected the texts wouldn't be enough. Yes, I have multiple notes with me too." He gathers them in his hand and leafs through them.

"Is there any other statements you have for me to go with the notes?"

"No everything I have about them is right here. Just these threats."

"Have they ever approached you or attacked you?"

"No, not yet."

"Do you think they will?"

I pause before answering. Will they attack me? I don't know what they're capable of or how mad they are at me.

"They could possibly. I don't know exactly."

"You're telling us you have no idea what so ever as to who is doing this?"

If I had an idea wouldn't I have told you? "No I have no idea. I was thinking you could do like some CSI Mumbo-jumbo-detective-thingy and trace the number to find out who it is. I don't feel safe with this person out there and watching me and my every move." I wrap my arms around my chest.

He scratches his chin. "I understand. Is there any other comments or statements you'd like to add?"

"Who ever this is has broken into my room. Can you try to speed up the process and find out who it is?" I ask hopefully. The sooner this psycho is out of my life the better.

"If you haven't heard Ms. Harris there's been a murder. Most of the force is trying to solve that. However I will see to it your accusation is settled."

"If you don't hurry up you might have another to solve," I grumble to myself.

"What's that?" He asks confused.

"I said please try to hurry up and get it solved," I say with a false smile.

"I will try my best. You'll have to go without your phone for a while," he says with a stiff nod. He walks over to his office door and opens it indicating our conversation is over and I can leave.

"Thank you," I say before ducking out of the office and head home feeling free. It feels like for the past week I've been holding a breath and can finally breathe again.

***

  Three days have passed since I handed in all my evidence. And in those three days I haven't gotten a single note which is a good sign. I'm sitting in my room blaring my music on my iPod. My favourite song Tear in my Heart by Twenty One Pilots blasts from my earbuds.

Sometimes you've got to bleed to know,
That you're alive and have a soul,
But it takes someone to come around to show you how.

She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive,
She's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire,
She's the tear in my heart, Take me higher,
Than I've ever been.

  Even though my music is full blast it's hard to miss the loud banging on my front door. I'm home alone since my dad is at work and has been basically living there since our argument. Instead of manning up and facing me he's been avoiding me. Wimp.

  I put aside my iPod with the song in pause and rush down the stairs. I quickly peak through the side window and see the same officer from three days ago standing on my front porch. I assume he brings good news so without hesitating I allow him to come in.

  "Did you find out who it is? What's going to happen to them? Who is it?" I ask eagerly. He stands there not coming in.

"No Ms. Harris. I'm going to need you to come with me and answer some questions as to why you filed a false report."

Wait is he talking about? A false report?

"What do you mean? What? I'm so confused."

"Please just come with me, so we can talk." I can feel panic rising within me. Oh no. This is bad. This is really really bad. I follow him to his squad car and we go to the police station for the second time that week.