prologue
You never know who's watching your every move. It's scary to think about, isn't it? Somebody peeking through your window at night, watching you undress. It's even scarier if the person that's invading your personal space is someone that you know.
I have reoccurring nightmares.
I just recently started getting them, a few months ago.
It usually consists of me waking up in a pool of my own sweat, at some ungodly time in the morning.
"Smile, Annie." someone says. I can feel their presence, but I cannot see them. "Just a little smile, just a little?" I'm laying in bed, but I can't get up. There's some sort of weight holding me down, and I can feel the person stroking my face.
Click.
YOU ARE READING
Yeah, It's Personal // gxg
Teen FictionYou never know who's watching your every move. It's scary to think about, isn't it? Somebody peeking through your window at night, watching you undress. It's even scarier if the person that's invading your personal space is someone that you know.
