I'm Being Followed

Anna went on her knees and gently picked up the frame. She gasps when she saw how badly broken it has become. "Oh my God, how did this happen?" she cried out touching the picture of the broken frame and then a tiny piece of the broken glass pierced her right middle finger. "Ouch" she squealed and threw off the frame on the floor and held her right middle finger tight and blood gushed out.

She stood up and rushed to the kitchen sink to wash it off. "Shit!" she cussed as she washed off the blood but more kept gushing out. She off the tap and walked out of the kitchen to her room. She searched in her cupboard for some first-aid kits and luckily she found one. She hastily clean it up and put on a plaster on it.

"Oh no, I pray it goes before morning, I can't afford to take a day off from work over a silly mistake like this one" she puffed an air and shut her eyes closed for a moment. When she flutters it open, her gaze narrowed down to her window, it was half-opened. She