Watching You Always

"You're quiet today," Max points out as we walk down the slightly faded sidewalk. It's quiet out, almost as if it's mocking me, telling me I should be the one to stop the silence, but even then I won't speak.

What I won't tell Max is that I've been having a weird feeling lately. Every moment of the day it feels like thousands of people are watching my every move and I hate it. But I don't dare tell anyone. What's the point? Everybody will think I'm crazy. Maybe I am.

[ This is a rewrite of my story Watching You Always, which I posted close to half a year ago now. I decided to completely rewrite a lot of it, so have fun seeing our beloved characters in a new sense of horror:) ]