Oct 202004
…doesn’t mean they’re not after you.
Someone is out to get me. I am followed everywhere; by whom I have no clue. I avoid looking into peoples faces. I try to appear normal. I feel their eyes following me as I follow the sidewalk. Every eye is watching me, recording me. I can’t take more than 3 steps without looking over my shoulder. I sense the eyes sitting upon me as I am sitting to eat dinner.
It gets worse at night. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling trying to sleep. I know that if I close my eyes, they will come for me. I hear the vehicle driving slowly by, as it does several times every night. The anti-shadows burst through my window to dance along the ceiling. They look at me with eyes of their own. I can hear footsteps in the hallway outside my door, pacing back and forth, waiting.
Some would say I am paranoid. I do not believe it is all in my head. I can feel it deep within myself. It is as if I am part of whatever is after me, without knowing it. I do not know how much longer I can keep them away. I do not know if they will ever leave me be.
