A little heads up before you indulge in reading this story. If you have read my first story, you'll know what I write deals with extremely dark descriptions and stories and 'Obsession' is going to be much darker than my last one.
I URGE YOU TO READ...
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I feel unsettled, disturbed... precarious.
After that episode months ago, where I foolishly called the cops after a realistic delusion I have had in years, I have been taking my meds consistently.
Though the nights pass with undisturbed, peaceful sleep but I can't say the same thing about my mornings.
I have been panting, startled awake frequently, frantically searching for someone to pop out of nowhere in my room.
Maybe this is because of the nightmares that I'm having, which I don't seem to remember but I know for a fact that it's all because of that hallucination I had. It all felt so... real at that time that even thinking about it now leaves me shivering down to my core.
It has left me apprehensive and I've been trying to direct my mind to something, anything that can help me forget it even if it's for a while.
The morning it look a long time for me to assure myself, that I'm going to be fine if only I take my meds continually but I don't think that's the case anymore as I can feel myself going insane... I don't want to admit it but I still... see him.
Everywhere I go I feel his eyes on me.
I saw him at the college grounds, the park when I run and the most haunting of it, in my home, my living room, my bedroom.
Shivers runs through my body at the memory or whatever it was.
He just stands there, at the foot of my bed staring into my soul, not even moving an inch or speaking. The eerie silence scares me even more.
It like knowing there's a monster under my bed or outside the window. But I cannot scream or move or even tell anyone because they would not believe me.
Every time, he's there. I'm hyperaware of him, my surroundings and on the verge of hyperventilating. He scares me to death.
Uttering a word is just so far off for me, as I don't even dare to breathe or peer at him.
Sometimes, I try to ignore him. Other times, I just hide under the quilt, shutting my eyes.
He just stays there, standing or sitting, unmoving like a statue, staring at me.
It's depressing, cause, I don't even believe myself.
I didn't tell Cain, as he had already, dismissed me once. I cannot bear to have him not trust me again. I know, if I tell him, what I'm going through. He'll help me out, but what can I even say?
I having episodes again? The meds are not working even though I'm taking them religiously? Or please just admit me in an asylum since I can't differentiate my reality anymore?
Furrowing my brows, I hide my face in my hand as a headache emerges again. "Ack."
The bell rings and a gushing wave of sighs and crunching of papers can be heard, signaling the end of the exams for this semester.
