There are people watching me, there are people whispering and screamingly, there are people touching me, grabbing me and I’m scared.
Every scream, every touch, causes me to scream, to cry, to cower. I scream until I can scream no more, and I cower in the corner chained to the cruel stone wall of my fear. The walls from which the voices emerge from. The walls in which I am captive.
“Do not fear” they say but I do for I have no life without these voices and no seeing eyes without these shadows. I have no feeling without the touch of those who are not here, who are not there, and who are not anywhere. I cannot take a single breath without these things, these vile hallucinations. For they are me and I, I am them. And that scares me more than anything.