(This is just a draft. Sometime in the future I will work on expanding this story to be better!)
In a world wrapped up with work, boredom, a friend, a dog, constant fog, and again boredom; Caroline faces 'it'. Something her scientific side couldn't explain. Caroline tries to run away from everything that is clawing her mind until it bleeds 'psycho'. But of course, she doesn't know how and gets tangled in the web of insanity and it chains her in place to torture her. Scared for her life and mental state she decides to visit a psychologist, that's where she met HIM, and madness starts dancing the tango.
She was made to appear crazy by a man who drove her there.
"I'm mad," I whispered to myself, grabbing my hair with a strong grip. What's happening? How could this man be real? Shouldn't he disappear with a blink of an eye, like he did in my dreams?
I started crying from fear that overtook my body; like I was in chains. This shouldn't be real, this is all just madness.
"Maybe" he shrugged, "but just so you know... We all are." And he winked deviously.