Shadows

Short Story I wrote.
This is based on a thread I read where people were talking about the shadows that followed them while they drove this is an experience I had, but unlike the story im telling here, we didn't stop at the Gas Station. I don't know what my follower wanted, but I feel if we had stopped at that station all those years ago, I wouldn't be here right now...
I was very susceptible to things when I was younger, even now I still am. When I was younger, I was homeschooled and isolated from the world. My only company was my sister, who would only get along with me in front of others, and my parents who only really paid attention to me to punish me.