Langst...
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I am safe,
Right?
No.
I am never safe.
Stay alert.
Be aware.
Aware.
Is someone following me?
Hunk, it's Hunk.
He's going to hurt me.
I can't trust anyone.
Not even Hunk.
I turn around to face Hunk, worried about why he is following me.
"Hey buddy, I was just going to cook"
Hunk smiled.
He's going to hurt me.
He's watching.
Crap.
"Oh, I'll be on my way then."
I quickly started to speed walk to my room.
Am I being watched?
I am aren't I?
Someone is going to hurt me...
I look around quickly while fastening my pace. I could feel myself breaking down.
I made it to my room and made sure to door shut behind me. I Immediately went to the far corner if the room and pressed my back to it.
I scanned the room over and over, staying alert, waiting for someone, something.
I couldn't be safe.
That was impossible.
I ended up staying awake all night.
Just waiting.
Just watching.
I stayed up for a week, the bags under my eyes getting heavy. I didn't eat any food either. I just couldn't find any trust inside of me to.
A month
2 months
3 months
Lance McClain died from sleep deprivation, starvation, and exhaustion.
Paranoia :)
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Sorry if any of this incorrect!
(Paranoia wise, I'm not an expert on it)