The sky is pitch black, a few stars and a full moon, the only things illuminating the street. I'm walking alone, cold and scared, of what horrors the darknes can hold. Even though I don't want to, I move on. I move on cause I have to. I have to go. Somewhere. I don't care where, as long as I can keep my problems away...
But it's hard, since, they're in my head, and wherever I go, they follow me...
I can't escape them...
The voices...
The voices telling me, that I don't matter... That no one would notice if I'm gone... That I screw everything up...
I continue to walk, I'm not sure for how long, since, I don't have my phone or anything like that with me... Why? Because I don't need it anymore...
I keep walking, glancing behind me every once in a while, because I have a strange, yet familiar feeling, that someone or something is watching me... Stalking me...
When I see no one, I sigh and relax a bit...
But yet it scares me...
My feet carry me from the street I was walking on, to the mudy path in the woods. I have no idea how I got here, I just did. I follow the a bit too familiar path, leading deeper into the forest...
