But did you die?

Sorry for the absence my friends, but I'm back!  I've started doing these weekly creative writing prompts hosted on Writers Digest .  I wanted to post it here as well for you all to read.  I hope you enjoy. Paranoia is something I struggle with on a daily basis.  I regularly feel as though I am being followed.  I can sense people looking at me, when I walk around town.  I’ve voiced my concerns but no one believes me, not even my girlfriend Heather. “Oh you are just being silly,” she would say.  “Why would someone be tracking you?” “If I knew that then it wouldn’t be so unnerving,” I would reply. I do my best to be normal.  I don’t let fear keep me at the house.  I attend classes in person even though every fiber of my being screams for me to take the courses online so I can stay home (where it is safe).  I really try to not let the paranoia run me, so you can imagine my distress when I received the following email on my phone as I stopped by my usual breakfast joint on