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Nikki's POV, 1987

I knew I was being watched, I don't know by who but I just knew it. I'd see people, shadows, thinking I didn't see them but I did, and if anyone ever tried to take me on they wouldn't know what hit them.

I don't know why they're here, why they wanted me, maybe my mom sent them to spy on me or maybe they're just out to get me because I'm me but they weren't gonna get me, nope. I was two steps ahead.

I'd seen them outside my bedroom window a few minutes ago so closed my curtains, ran downstairs made sure my front door was locked then checked my back door, seeing the shadow people in my backyard too.

Swiftly, I ran back upstairs slammed my bedroom door shut, grabbed my gun and went into the closet, slamming that door behind me too, locking the door then scrambling to the corner of the room clutching my gun in my hands and bringing my knees up to my chest, burying my face into the rest of my body hearing the indistinct whispers of whoever was looking for me.

I wasn't a pussy but the amount of people I hear and see isn't an amount I want to take on, cause more and more seemed to appear, they sneak around and that means they're not friendly, they shouldn't be shadows if they're not out for me. It scares me what they could do, what they want from me cause I couldn't give them anything. I'm not important so they should just leave me alone, whoever they were, why ever they are here, whoever sent them, whether they were robbers or sent by the government, I'm not worth it. I just want to be left alone in my own world to live it how I wanted, with my drugs, my sweet heroin and if it kills me so be it.

The longer I sat the louder these whispers became, they sounded like they were in the room with me, but when I'd gather the courage to look up, there'd be nothing there which led me to believe they were right outside the door. They knew where I was, they knew.

Time ticked by and the constant whispering made me cover my ears because I couldn't take it anymore, though this did no good, I could still hear them like I hadn't tried to block them out in the first place.

I tried to think about other things, anything other than what was on the other side of that door but couldn't, I couldn't focus hearing the voices, the indistinguishable muttering. I muttered over and over to myself how I just wanted to be left alone, almost like if I said it enough it'd all go away, they'd feel sorry for me and go.

But why would they do that? I should know by now no matter how much I could beg, could cry and plead to be left alone, for everything to just stop. Nobody's ever listened to me, its always been disregarded like every-time I was ignored it wasn't slowly killing me, it's like I was invisible to them, and sometimes I wished I was.

Eventually, it got too much for me to handle, I couldn't deal with the noise, knowing they were out there taunting me, trying to scare me and it was working. I started to break down, helpless just saying over and over again for them to just leave me alone, I got more desperate every time they didn't listen and at some point I was just screaming "LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME A-ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I pointed the gun at the door as I hopelessly wanted them to go before just dropping the weapon on the floor and breaking down into sobs "P-please, please leave me alone. P-... please, please."

I wasn't sure how long I was sat a total mess on the floor all I know is despite my breakdown the whispers still persisted, that was until a clear, distinct voice sounded through the whispers and as soon as that voice sounded, all the other mutterings stopped.