"Just go to your room Faye." My mom told me. I didn't say a word and went straight to my room. I can't believe my mom thinks I'm crazy. Why couldn't she see him? I couldn't think of any possible reason to why she couldn't. So maybe I am crazy? God, what is wrong with me! I buried my face into my pillow and began to cry. I feel a tap on my left shoulder. I sit up and he's sitting near by in my chair. I looked at him and I tried throwing objects from my room at him. His reflexes were fast and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "PLEASE GET AWAY FROM ME!" He came up to me closer holding a freshly sharpened knife in his right hand. "Faye what's wrong?" He said with smile. "STOP! MOM! HELP ME!" My mom came rushing in and she stared at me on my cold hard bedroom floor. She shook her head. He sat there in my chair laughed at my cries to my mom. "SERIOUSLY HOW DO YOU NOT SEE HIM?" I shreiked. With disappointment in her eyes, my mother said "Faye, you need to stop with this stupid act." My heart sunk to the floor.
