they are in my house

you've let yourself go

                                     before I tell you my story i need to tell you about myself. one of the questions I will get once i tell my story is am I crazy. the answer is no I am not crazy.(whelp not entirely) I am a 23 year old man living alone, at least I think I am I have not seen the sun in what feels like an eternity. I live in a small town in Oregon. I will not tell you the name of the town as to make sure no one will try to "save" me from this nightmare. I should probably mention that I am a fairly big person, or I should say I was. I haven't eaten in months, they wont let me. I don't understand why I am not dying. I should probably mention that I have a big problem with people touching me the only person I have ever let touch me was Martha my childhood friend and eventual girlfriend. we met in the 2nd grade.

I will start this story at the beginning. it all started what feels like forever ago. it was a pretty average night, I was playing video games as my dad knocked on my house door. I sighed and got up and went downstairs to open the door. I look at my dad and he looks different I cant tell what it is but he just looks different. I could tell he was distressed so I invite him in. we Sit down and he says " hey bud how have you been. I looks at him "I have been good, you know how it is just trying to survive" he sighs and looks down at the ground "ya" he says before looking back at me "I don't mean to be rude bud but you have really let yourself go since Martha broke up with you" he says with a clear sound concern in his tone. I look off in the distance at a picture of Martha "I know I'm trying to work on it" I say in a soft and hurt tone. "your mom and I are worried about you" my dad says "is that why your here, to tell me that if I keep this up I am going to end up killing my self" I say slightly irritated. " yes and you are going to die you haven't gone outside in months" he says. I stand up "I don't need your help I am fine" I yell at him. he looks up at me clearly concerned " he stands up and steps towards me " we just want you to be ok, you know that you have had problems before". I'm not like that any more " I say while looking down at the ground. my dad steps closer to me and opens his arms wrapping them around me. as he dose this i push him out of instinct. he trips backwards and falls, it felt like everything went slow. Every moment felt like an eternity I watch the expression on my fathers face change from worry to fear as he falls. his head hits the side of the table and his face flattens. it is like a reset his face is blank there is no life in his eyes.