Watched -dsmp and gravity falls short story teaser

What's watching?

 My sneakers met with the wet sidewalk, giving way to a splashing noise drowned out by the hum of the sky. Tommy didn't pay attention to such, as his mind was preoccupied by other pressing matters. Through the day, or rather week, he has had a strange feeling. As if a pair of eyes have been watching him. Day after day, the feeling had increased till he couldn't ignore it.

Tommy was not a man that believed in the science fiction, but he could not deny the strangeness of his predicament. As said before, he always had eyes on him, or so he thought, but it was all the time. No matter the place, he felt them. Like a phantom following his every step. Though there was no way said 'stalker' was always following him right? No human was so prevalent in their searching and stalking, right? Tommy couldn't know for sure, as he had never experienced such a thing. A stalker?

He had never had one, as he was a rather boring individual, or so he thought. Nothing of note ever happens to him, living in such a small town. Perhaps thats what draws his stalker near? A fascination with a normal life? Perhaps the person stalking him has such an unordinary life, they have chosen to observe someone with an ordinary one. Such wouldn't be a problem if those who stalked were strange. The idea that someone wants to observe a normal life is very admirable, and even interesting, but doing so in such a manner is very disturbing.

Which is why he is ever so concerned. He quickens his steps, the splashing of water becoming louder. He was in no hurry to find out who his secret watcher was, if ever he wanted to. Nothing of the sort interested the boy, as it was a terrifying concept. Someone watching him? He couldn't imagine such a thing so he feared it, though even through understanding, it is still a terrifying thing. No normal human being would be calm with the knowledge that somebody was watching them. If one was, they would be quite strange.

With the sky almost black and the smell of a storm growing near, Tommy raced down the street toward his destination, a shack that he had been staying at for the past few days. He threw the door open, startling the occupants in which he dwelled with. He had forgotten most of their names, his memory hazy after his arrival. He didn't let himself hear their reprimanding, as he was far too worried and paranoid about his 'stalker'. Were they still following him? Was he safe from their stare? Or perhaps it is plural, maybe he has multiple stalkers? Tommy did not wish to ponder such a possibility, as having one is startling enough.

Tommy didn't even bother taking off his shoes at his room in the attic, but made his way right to the bathroom. Panting, he looks at his reflection, his eyebrows knitted together and his mouth contorted into a frown. He let his eyes search his face, his worry growing as he does so. Is he being too paranoid? Was it really just all in his head? Those thoughts were racing through his mind as he stared at his reflection.

Tommy unknowingly gripped the edges of the sink, his knuckles turning white. At this point, his skin was pale and he had broken into a cold sweat. Maybe he had stayed outside too long, as it was rather cold. He grit his teeth as he bent over the sink, his forehead pressing against the faucet. He let his grip relax, as he had noticed his nails pressing hard against the porcelain.

Perhaps he was being paranoid....it was unreasonable to think that somebody would want to watch him. Perhaps even selfish? People DO have better things to do. Tommy lifted his head from the sink, his eyes meeting his own in the mirror. He let his fingers run through his hair at an attempt to calm himself. He was NORMAL, or at least tried to be. It was quite stressful given his situation. His memory being foggy and his life missing pieces. Though that didn't matter right now. He was safe.

After letting himself calm down, Tommy removed his shoes calmly, placing them outside the door of the attic, the place that he dwelled. He was rather appreciative of the family that lives here. He just showed up at their doorstep and let him stay. Or rather, he was dragged here by one of the smaller residents. He has forgotten her name already, though it is a rather normal name from what he recalls. The girl adorned brightly coloured sweaters, all handmade from what he remembers her telling him. Her attitude reminds him of someone, though he cant quite remember who.

Shrugging the thought off, he quietly opened the door to the attic, feeling quite ashamed of his earlier entrance. He was too much of a trouble for the family, he wanted to be as unseen as possible but he always figures out how to mess that up. His newest obsession with the stalker has caused concern in the two young kids, something he doesn't want. He should calm down...but it should be fine as he has realized his error.

"There is nobody watching me, there never has been."

Though even with those words, he still doesn't believe it, as he still feels eyes watching him. Denial is what he chooses for now, as nothing else makes sense. He has convinced himself the is merely paranoid and hallucinating such feelings. Maybe denying was unhealthy? Perhaps he should tell a trusted adult? Those thoughts did not cross his mind, as he was already concrete in his thinking. Nobody needed to know of his worries. What was in his head would stay there. Maybe after time he would forget, as he has done with everything else.

Laying himself on his makeshift bed, he closes his eyes. He calls his place of sleep a bed, but it is merely what one would call a window perch. After a while he had accepted that others could look in and see him, but that it is highly unlikely due to the placement of the window. That is what gives him peace of mind...kind of. He was still paranoid that the stalker was watching him, though such a thought was in the back of his mind.

Tommy lets his limbs go numb with sleep, his mind wandering to other things, more pleasant things. Flowers, grass, and the smell of rain. He liked the simple things away from reality. Such things were beautiful and brought him a better mindset. Everything might be okay, but that doesn't matter. He always has nature, no matter what he has nature. Nothing will ever cage him from the world. He can always run, run far away. That is his only comfort in this world, the wild.

He doesn't know, he doesn't understand. He isn't being paranoid. He is being watched. Always. The eye that follows him through its every passage that Tommy has been unknowingly creating. Through his weak and clouded mind, it has made its home in his head. Though cloudy, it can still made small adjustments to Tommy's behaviors. Tommy thinks that things can see through the window, but the window can see him.