Chapter 1: This Actually Happened
I'm not writing this for attention.
I'm writing this because I still don't have answers.
This happened during my second year of college.
It was a normal day—lectures, canteen noise, stupid jokes, nothing special. I left my phone on the desk while going to the washroom.
I do that every day. I trusted my friends.
That day, I shouldn't have.
When I came back, my phone was exactly where I left it.
Same position.
Same screen off.
No missed calls.
But something felt… off.
I unlocked it.
At first, nothing. Then I opened WhatsApp.
There was a chat at the top—sent from my number.
I hadn't sent it.
The message was sent 12 minutes ago.
To someone I barely talk to.
The text said:
"I know what you did. Don't act innocent."
My stomach dropped.
I scrolled.
There were more messages.
Angry ones.
Accusations.
Things I would never say.
Things that could destroy friendships.
My hands started shaking.
I checked my sent messages.
Then my deleted messages.
Nothing.
No app history.
No sign of hacking.
No unfamiliar login.
I asked my friends if anyone touched my phone.
Everyone said the same thing:
"No bro, why would we?"
Maybe they were telling the truth.
Maybe one of them wasn't.
That night, I locked my phone and put it under my pillow.
At 2:11 a.m., it vibrated.
A notification appeared on my lock screen.
From my own number.
"You still don't know who did it."
I didn't sleep after that.
And till today…
I don't know who I can trust.