That…person…thing… whatever it is, IT has been following me since I found him in my bed. I couldn't eat my breakfast, I couldn't breathe right, I couldn't do anything right. How can I go through my day like I had always do?! I am actually scared. Have I finally gone insane? Is this some type of sick prank someone is pulling on me?
I couldn't talk to it. I remember punching him and kicking him out of my room but when my mother came to check up on the loud racket I was making, I was kicking nothing but thin air. Confused, I looked in my room and found him standing there watching me with those white eyes. My mother asked what was I looking at. She took a peek in my room but not noticing him. My mouth form a thin frown and I walked past her. “Nothing.” was all I said.
This white hair person just stands there looking at me, not saying a single word to me or anyone else. In fact what I notice is that his eyes are always on me. He never once blinks or looks at anyone walking by.
I am scared…I couldn't talk to it. I won’t. This is all in my head. Just forget about him and move on. Nothing is wrong today.
Nothing is wrong….nothing…
Art/Comic©MadJesters1/Janet Figueroa 2013