Samantha Marie

EYES
By:Sammy[DressedInDecay]

For as long as I can remember I've felt him watching me. His eyes feel like ice on my bare skin. Mother says that it will all be okay, but I know better. He watches my every move, waiting. He doesn't have a name; in fact I've never really seen him. But I know he's there, watching, I can feel it. People call me crazy when I talk about him so I just keep it to myself now; no one needs to know anyway. Right?

I remember one time I saw him. Well, I didn't see him but he was there. I was dreaming, I think. It was dark, rainy, and I was walking home when I saw someone. He looked familiar to me but I couldn't figure out who he was. As I proceeded into my doorway, he was there, watching. It was then that I knew it was him, he had followed me, watched me. I tried to escape but I couldn't. That was all I remember. I can still feel his eyes on me, even today, they tear threw my flesh and bone like scissors threw paper.

Mama always told me that he was an old friend, an imaginary one, from when I was younger, but I know better than that too. He is no friend nor does he want to be my friend, he just watches. Before I went to bed every night I would shut and lock every door and window but somehow he still got in. I would open up my eyes and he'd be there, watching. But only for a split second, then he'd be gone, but yet he wasn't gone because I could still feel those eyes. Those same eyes that watched me my entire life, but never did he say anything, just watched. Those same eyes that gave me shivers every time I was alone, but I never really was alone because he was there, watching.

There was one time that I felt him. He touched me No he didn't touch me, he hurt me. As I was asleep I felt someone, not just anyone, I felt him. He had his finger around my throat; they were ice cold, as if he were dead. He kept pressing, harder, and harder yet, until I could not breath anymore. The next morning I had bruises, lots of them, all around my neck. The strange thing is, when I went to show mama what he had done to me, they were gone. Mama said that it was a dream, a bad dream, but I knew better than that too.  He was there, and he was the one that made them disappear before mama saw, he didn't want her to find out. How he got rid of them I don't know, but I do know that it was him.

He still watches me sometimes, I feel him. No, I don't feel him I feel his eyes. The same eyes that I've felt my entire life. I still have yet to see what he looks like, but I know he's there, watching. People have told me my entire life that no one is there, that no one is in the room with me, but I know better. He's there, he just doesn't want to show himself to them, he doesn't want them, he wants me. And me only. Even now, when I'm trapped, trapped like a dog in a cage, he still watches me. I have nowhere to go anymore, they said I was unsafe, that my mind didn't work like everyone else's. That I was crazy.

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