It started simple. A random DM, a basic “Hi!”. I looked closer at his account before answering. The username read “V1nlanDC”. The profile picture was some edgy looking anime boy. The account was over two years old so I assumed it wasn't some scam. I respond, “Hello?”
“Okay, you're a girl, right?”
“yeah, ofc. why?”
“Okay, I was just making sure”
I didn't respond to this, he kept typing “Okay,I have another big ask.”
“and?”
“Okay”
He says okay too much.
Another message “Okay. Im sorry if this is a weird request, but I saw you post an image of yourself in DobbyDen (a server I'm in, the name is dumb but there's cool people there so I stay around) and I thought you looked super cute (๑•﹏•)”
“uhm, thank you? Where are you going with this”
“Well uh, okay. Uh I was just wondering, would you be willing to share another picture of yourself? Sometimes a little. Uh ⊙﹏⊙ more… spicy?”
“what the fuck? hell no! get the fuck out of my dms you creepy bitch”
“o-o-okayy, im sorry. I'm- I thought you would be fine with it”
“FUCK. NO. what the HELL were you thinking”
“W-wh-what if I send something… first? (ꏿ﹏ꏿ;)”
“don't you fucking DARE send ANYTHING. also stop with this dumb as hell roleplay stutter BULLSHIT”
That's when it happened. God showed his absence. An angel has fallen tonight and it shows. An unholy act of degeneracy that could not have been stopped. A picture. 48,771,072 pixels coming together in a mosaic of suffering. An act only the most intolerable and fatherless individuals can muster. Not all the bleach in the world could cleanse my eyes from what they saw. I need to say no more for one to know what just happened.
I didn't spare him a response. Instant report. Instant block. Goodbye, Au revoir! Adiós! It's such an awful overstep of boundaries that I don't even know what to do afterwards. Can I just go back to doing whatever? Do I make fun of him with my friends? I decided to stand up and get myself a snack before continuing what I was doing. My friend has bought me some Arabian-wafer type of thing. I decided I'll try one to get my mind off of things.
I get back to my desk and start eating the snack. I scroll on my phone for ~30 minutes, then I hear a notification from my computer. I look up and see a new DM thread. With a default profile picture and the username “V1nnnnny999”. I open the DM
“IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU FUCKING SLUT WHORE I KNOW WHERE YOU FUCKING LIVE CUNT DONT FUCKING DISRESPECT ME AGAIN”
Shock. All I felt was shock. The audacity of this dude to send me death threats after he sent me a dick pic, is downright delusional.
“are you fucking obsessed with me? you made a whole new account to harass me. i'm not gonna talk for this shit”
I open the side menu and start looking for the block button. I bring my cursor up the the block button and right as I click it I see a mini notification show up before the account disappears from my dms.
“DONT THINK IM FUCKING JOKING YOU WHORE I KNOW YOU LIVE IN STATESBORO I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU”
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This message scared the HELL out of me. There should be no way for anyone to know my location. You would have to either know me personally or be a creepy ass stalker. At this point I have no idea what to do as I pace around my room. I decided that I've had enough. I pull out my phone and dial 911. The patternized buzz of the phone exacerbating the silence of my bedroom. Until I finally get an answer
“Hello 911, what's the emergency?”
“Um, hello. I think that I might have someone stalking me”
“Can you describe the situation?”
“Yes. I-i can. Some guy was messaging me and he started saying where I live and that he was gonna, um harm me and stuff and I'm scared”
“Can you describe what he looks like?”
“I don't know? He's online”
“Okay. Can you tell me your location?”
I give my address
“Thank you. I'll be sending a car your way when next possible”
“Thank you so much!”
The dispatcher continues to ask a million questions I don't know the answer to before finally hanging up.
There's a new message on my computer. I go over to my computer. The blue light illuminates my dark room slightly. The silent hum is deafening. The new user is named “v1ntheB1n”. I hesitate before clicking. Afraid of what's on the other side.
“Don't. You. Fucking. Dare. Block. Me. Again”
He still thinks he is super cool.
Attached is an image of me on my phone, I can see the wrapper on the table. The image seems to be zoomed in from across the street out my window. I am filled with fear at the new revelation that he is directly outside my house. I quickly checked all the windows in my bedroom to make sure they were not openable, before slowly making my way through all the other rooms in my house until I knew I had it shut tight.
“Locking your doors won't save you” is the next message I receive. I start freaking the fuck out and searching my bedroom, which I locked myself in, for a weapon of any sorts. My keyboard won't cut it, a pencil won't do jack shit to anybody with a real weapon. A broken slingshot my friend made me.
Panic sets in as a struggle to find anything that can be used as a weapon, my eyes dart around the room for ANYTHING. I spot the lamp I have on my desk, it's not the best thing in the world, but it sure is the best option in my bedroom right now.
A knock on the door
The noise of glass shattering
Footsteps.
I see the doorknob of my bedroom shake. He continues to pull harder on the door “I KNOW you're in there, and I KNOW there is nowhere for you to go! Stop FUCKING HIDING”
A gunshot rings out loudly from the other side of the door. The door having a new hole a few inches from the handle. He has shot off the lock. The door opens slowly, letting out a deafening creak.
“Now I can finally see you in person, your lucky, I don't feel like doing anything special today. Just the normal ‘run of the mill murder’” he chuckles as if it was a funny joke. I stare at his shotgun that is aimed directly at my abdomen. I keep the lamp raised ready to strike.
“You think, that a stupid table lamp is going to help you? Against the guy holding a sh-” I smash down on his arm in hopes to knock the gun out of his hands. Instinctively he squeezes the trigger sending out another shot. Pain shoots from my foot and up my leg as I scream out. I lose my balance and fall to the ground. The gun is now on the floor between me and him.
I look down at my foot, now a mangled mess of what it used to be. The blood gushing makes it hard to tell what the exact damage is. But I'm not sure I still have all five toes. The pain is unbearable, it feels as if smashed under a moving car. I struggle to keep my eyes open
“Oh, little girl thought that she could win” he says feinting sadness
He continues. “But all it ended up doing, is making her lose her foot. And now her life.” Instead of picking up his gun. He takes out a large knife and sits down next to me.
“You know, this all could have been avoided. I've been interested in you for a while now. I saw you in another discord server and knew I had to talk to you.”
“Your sick.”
He chuckles. “Sick? Nonono. I've been far too busy to get sick. Now back to the story, it didn't take much to find your address. After I found your real name from another server, it was a cakewalk. I always liked the dumb ones. Anyway, I continued to watch you. Learning everything about your and your schedule”
“This isn't what you want.”
“Your right. I just wanted you. If you had just accepted me, I wouldn't BE HERE. DO YOU THINK I WANTED THIS? YOUR FUCKING INSOLENCE CAUSED THIS.”
He is visibly angry, his face turning red. He sets the knife down next to him and climbs on top of me. He puts both of his hands around my neck and starts choking me. I look around in panic for anything that can help me here. My eyes dart around the room. I start to lose feeling when I notice the lamp, still within range. I grab at it and try hitting him with it. But to know avail. I don't have enough strength for it to hurt. I'm about to lose consciousness when his hands untighten around my neck. Raspy, laboured breaths are freed from my lungs as I take in new air. I open my eyes and to see what happened.
He is still looking down at me. A grin printed across his face. The lighting obscuring his details in shadow. “I changed my mind. Let's have a little fun”
He flips me around onto my back and raises my shirt, not fully taking it off but enough where he can see my full back.
I raspily am able to form a few words. “What.. are you. Doing”
“Oh, just an impromptu surgery, well, you’ll see”
I hear sirens in the distance.
He picks up his knife from the ground and I feel it poking my back. “Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit, I just have to-” he slices my back over the spine. He goes deep but the cut isn't long. “And tada! Much better. Now you can't run”
I don't understand what he means. But then I notice something inherently wrong. The pain in my foot is gone. I slowly realize it's more than just that. My whole leg can't feel. Nor can my other. I can't feel my lower half of my body.
“What the fuck have you DONE” I ask him, tears welling up. “I can't feel my LEGS”
“Well, if you didn't know, the spine is very important and sending brain signals between the body, and I learned this neat little trick that if you sever the spine at segment t-1, you can no longer move your legs” he talks with the tone in his voice atune to that of a kindergartener describing what they learned in school.
“Well now that you can't move your legs, I guess I've had my fun. He holds his knife a little harder and prepared to stab down as I attempt to crawl away from him. My legs limply sliding with my body. I brace for the stab any moment.
BANG
BANG
BANG
He falls on top of me. He weight pinning me to the ground. I start sobbing now as I struggle to move. Blood slowly leaking onto my exposed back.
After 10 antagonizing seconds, he finally gets off me.
“It's okay ma’am. You'll be okay”
This isn't the same voice. I turn My head to the right and I see him, with three bullet holes in his chest. Another man - a cop - holds his gun shaking. I am stunned into silence. Another cop helps me up, but my legs fight against it. The cop yells “GET A STRETCHER AND A TEAM IN HERE”
The cop turns
back to me and promises I'll get out of here safely. But all I can think about is my legs.
My legs are useless.