He was there, again.
Following me everywhere I went. There was no one I could tell since they would not believe me. I could feel his shadows creep around me as I would sleep or wake up. He was messing with my head; I kept crying myself to sleep every night.
I thought of reporting him. But what was I supposed to say? I only THOUGHT that he was there, what if it were all but a coincidence?
Paranoia hit me like a storm.
I was wary and short of breath most of the times. I did not know what to do so I would act cold and distant.
Everyone around me was worried. They thought they could report him on my behalf, but I was going crazy. They had nothing to hold against him.
Finally one day, I found myself in the office being questioned.
‘So tell me, who do you think he is? Is there someone you think you may have a problem with?’ I heard a sweet female voice.
‘Yes’, I quivered, ‘It is terrifying, especially now, when I have so many things to do – he just won’t go away!’ I exclaimed.
‘Is he an ex-boyfriend, dear?’ The psychiatrist asked.
‘No’, I sighed. It was stress.