What is this, really?

Annoyance

My eyes fly open, as I clench my fists now feeling my heart rate pick up. This thing, needs to stop talking to my dog and get out of my house. Then I think to myself, am I acknowledging that this thing is real, that it can't be some medication induced delusion? The pain in my ankle is real, and the scars I feel on my left arm as I hold onto myself, yeah, those are definitely real. So then, this is all really happening. 

"What do I do? What am I supposed to do here?," I mutter to myself as I continue to stand there, slowly squeezing myself tighter. A million thoughts begin to race through my head but one keeps on repeating itself until it's almost like a voice inside me now just saying "Leave. Leave now before it's too late." I swallow hard trying to feel this one thought out, why would I do that, just retreat into some corner somewhere.

Somewhere. Anywhere. Anywhere but here, right now, in this moment, with that thing in the other room. I sigh heavily, drawing a slight shudder through me as I feel the unease and tension creeping up my spine.

I slowly began limping back towards the living room, rounding the corner seeing this creature sitting on my couch, Billie nestled in his lap. "Why don't you come sit down? You really should get off that ankle." I scowl at him, my breathing getting heavier as anger begins rising in me again. "Why don't you get away from my dog and GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Billie whines at the intensity of my voice. He looks down to his lap and begins stroking her behind the ears, calming her back down as she nestles further against him. "Tsk, tsk. So hostile, isn't she Billie? Now there's really no need for all of that," he says as he looks back towards me.

He nods to the spot next to him on the couch, "Come on then. Sit." I clench my fists as my eyes close and I inhale deeply, feeling my body begin to vibrate with anger. I glare at him, wishing I could just will my mind to toss him around like he'd done to me.

"I don't want to sit. I don't want to be near you," I huff out through clenched teeth. "I want you gone. You don't belong here so get out. Go back to wherever you came from. Just get out." My fists are clenched so hard, I can feel my nails starting to dig into my skin, the pressure of it all building in my forearms as I tense up further. The creature sighs, shaking his head. "So stubborn, much like the rest of your lot. You're only going to make this process harder on yourself, you know. I'm trying so hard to make things smoother for you, can you not see?"