A chirp sounded from the security system in the home that Drew Cohen shared with her fiancé Maverick. She was home alone with all the pets while he was in treatment. The chirp that was made, was the noise that the system made when it was turned off. Drew walked to the cameras and watched as hundreds of fans poured into the yard - causing confusion and worry. How did they get passed the gate? It was too tall to climb safely and too heavy to lift up. Thatâs when the texts started flooding in. Texts about a doxxing and how she needed to go check her Twitter. Notifications werenât anything that Drew wasnât used to - but she was astounded at the tweets that had tweeted from her Twitter. The address to her childhood home, addresses to childhood friends, her assistants address and then her own, with the code to the gate. âWhat the fuck.â She said to herself and walked back to the cameras. Thatâs when she heard a loud crash - but nothing seemed out of place. She turned around, and there they were - the shadows. Something that had formed in her brain due to PTSD from being sex trafficked and used as a cult puppet for years. The shadows stood there, not coming closer, just looking at her. Taunting her. Like they could attack her at any moment and she couldnât do anything about it. She heard the front door open and backed up against the wall - horrified. When her security guard Marcus turned the corner her demeanor changed, she wasnât worried anymore. He explained that he had about ten guys coming to take care of the issue with the fans and he would take her to a hotel for the night with the dogs - so she would be safe. Being told that she was safe was different from actually feeling that way. Maybe no one outside would attack her, but the demons in her mind would treat her like a puppet and make her do anything they wanted her to. Maybe there was a key to her suicidal tendencies that she hadnât come clean with. The medication didnât work, though she was âhappyâ, she didnât know how to explain that she didnât feel the crushing weight of depression, she just was endlessly tormented by the things she had created in her brain.
The doxxing did not help with that in the slightest. Having people in her yard, creating shadows on the outside of her house was slowly driving her crazy. She didnât know what was real or a product of her brain trying to mess with her and it was causing intrusive, suicidal thoughts to be prevalent in her thinking.
