They're there, they always are. No one can see them, hear them, understand them, but me. That's the problem. No one understands. They don't know how psychotic it is. Surrounded. Watched. Heard. By them. They won't go away. They never have, will, and maybe even can't. I've seen them as long as I can remember. Sometimes even heard them. Heard their screams. Heard them calling for their mother. Someone. Something. Nothing. They're everywhere, and no one else can see.
Get serious, they're not ghosts, spirits, dead people, any of that sci-fi. They aren't real. They're memories. At least that's the best solution anyone has been able to come up with. Most of these memories are from shows or movies, as I am a fangirl. But sometimes they're real life memories. Memories from childhood further back than I can remember on my own. Memories from the day before this. Some are even things my imagination created. My subconscious.
The thing is, I watch horror, and many other films or shows that include the supernatural, plenty or gore, anything similar. Why? Because I underestimate. I'm a procrastinator. I don't learn in these situations. Not easily.
No one can stop them. How could they if they can't understand? I'm not alone, and neither are you.
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FanficAs a teenager, Caroline is going through quite a stressful time in her life. As a girl with a few health issues this makes it a little harder. As a fangirl, her day is quite emotional as well. What happens when these things turn out to be much bette...
