I kept on walking, no matter the amount of horrible pain I was in. I was still about 10 minutes away from where I live. I still feel the presence of that one person and soon I realized that they were following me. I was scared for my own life. I tried to make it back as quick as I possibly could. I was worried that the person was trying to kidnap me and take me away. Suprisenly, I don't want to die yet, oddly after everything I've experienced. How would I scream at the person if they tried attacking me? How would I fight back? How would I be able to speak to them if they want answers? How would I be able to survive? I just kept my head down and continued to walk back to my place. Maybe I am just paranoid and maybe I am just imagining things. Maybe I am just losing my mind and going crazy. Maybe I should go to a mental hospital. Maybe I am better off dead.
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In My Recovery (Daniel Seavey)
Fanfiction"Something happened to me. Something so traumatizing that it left the biggest impact on me." A/N: The chapters are very short and that's why this book is so long!
