They're In The Walls

They See Me.

Journal Entry 12. May 17, 2011:

I woke up today with my head spinning, but I really shouldn't be surprised. I would've written yesterday, but I was out with friends for the day. Needless to say, I'm hungover and exhausted. But hey, it was definitely worth it! We got back indoors at around 8-ish or so, and now that I'm looking at it, they left my house a wreck. I've been cleaning for a few minutes now, but I stopped because people didn't like it. I didn't even question it at first... but, unfortunately, one of those bastards messed with my medicine, because I can't find it. There's nobody in the house, but I can still tell that there are people who don't like it when I try to clean my room, so I'll leave it be.

I hope I find my medicine soon though, it makes them go away.

Journal Entry 13. May 18th, 2011:

Another morning. I've been looking for my medicine all day yesterday, and I'm back at it again today. It's kinda hard to look for them with my room so messy. But, last time I tried to clean up, I thought I heard someone tell me no, so I listened. They probably know what they're doing, after all. So, despite having a messy room, I've got it pretty organized. I have to make sure everything is in its place tonight. I don't want anyone hiding my stuff, you know?

I think I'll be fine without my meds. I lived without it before, I'm sure I can do it again, at least for a few days.

Journal Entry 14. May. 2011;

This sucks. Officially. My friends keep texting me asking if they want to hang out, and I don't know what to tell them. I want to hang out, but what would I wear? Would it even matter? I haven't taken my meds in two days, and its getting worse. I keep looking around, expecting to find someone here. This house is empty... Isn't it? I can't talk about it out loud, he hears me, I dont know how i know, I just know.

Journal Entry. May.

They won't let me sleep. They keep looking and looking and looking, judging my every move. They're not letting me look for my medicine today, but that's okay. I bet someone did something to it. They've got it in for me. They want me to stop seeing them. They know what's best for me. They see me. They know. They Know. TheyKnowTheyKnowTheyKnowTheyKnow.

They won't let me look at them.

They're After me.

Help Me.