16th Jan. 2022.
(He's there. He's behind me isn't he?)
I roughly turn my body, only to find a empty pit of darkness. I feel him watching me. I abruptly turn again, feeling like crying, nobody was there. Why am I all alone in pitch black? It's..it's so cold..I shiver. I feel a cold, sharp and firm hand grasp onto my shoulder, pulling me into the darkness that is my mind.
I wake up.
Darkness surrounds me, a soft crying
comes from a corner. My eyes tried focusing on the person, then I felt myself get knocked out as my eyes had just adjusted to the dark. Laying on my back, puzzled and confused on what just happened, I start to piece this all together.
- Haru, 2022.
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Someone's always following.
Mystery / ThrillerThis is a story about anxiety, when you have anxiety it usually feels like someone of something is off, as in. Someone's always watching. That's what it's like for me, like someone has cameras wherever you go, non stop watching your every move. Kind...
