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Paranoia is something I struggle with on a daily basis. I regularly feel as though I am being followed. I can sense people looking at me, when I walk around town. I’ve voiced my concerns but no one believes me, not even my girlfriend Heather.
“Oh you are just being silly,” she would say. “Why would someone be tracking you?”
“If I knew that then it wouldn’t be so unnerving,” I would reply.
I do my best to be normal. I don’t let fear keep me at the house. I attend classes in person even though every fiber of my being screams for me to take the courses online so I can stay home (where it is safe). I really try to not let the paranoia run me, so you can imagine my distress when I received the following email on my phone as I stopped by my usual breakfast joint on the way to school.
Subject: Everything you know is a lie
From: Mark
Act calm as to not alert anyone, but everyone around you is not who they say they are. You need to quietly get out of there and meet me at the spot where you had your first kiss. You know the place. My name is Mark.
I usually try to chalk messages from unknown people as spam and not give them a second thought, but my heart had immediately started pounding upon reading those words.
“It’s better to be safe then sorry” I muttered as I decided to ignore the message and go strait home.
I distinctly saw four people watching me as I left money and slipped out of the booth to head for the door. I tried my best to maintain a casual walk but it picked up to a jog when I saw one of the four pull out her phone, clearly sending a message as she watched me leave. I was only three blocks from home so I picked up the pace when I got outside. I did my best to calm the rising panic, which was all in vain due to the stares I was receiving as I ran home.
“Just stop looking at me!” I panted as I made the last turn onto my street.
I immediately came to a full stop. There are too many cars I thought. My eyes widened as full-scale hysteria was setting in and tears began filling my eyes. I fished out my keys and all I could think was that I could find safety in my home. Quickly, I got inside my dark house. I went to the window to check to see if I was followed when a disturbing though crossed my mind. Didn’t I leave the light on? I slowly turned around and to my horror found roughly thirty people in my home. In front of the group was Heather.
“SURPRISE” they yelled in unison.
“Happy birthday, sweetie,” Heather said as she ran to give me a kiss.
I nervously laughed. My birthday? My birthday wasn’t for two more weeks. Heather was hugging me tightly as I gave one more glance out the window. I gave a yelp when I saw a man watching me from the street. He shook his head and turned away.
Paranoia is something I struggle with on a daily basis. I regularly feel as though I am being followed. I can sense people looking at me, when I walk around town. I’ve voiced my concerns but no one believes me, not even my girlfriend Heather.
“Oh you are just being silly,” she would say. “Why would someone be tracking you?”
“If I knew that then it wouldn’t be so unnerving,” I would reply.
I do my best to be normal. I don’t let fear keep me at the house. I attend classes in person even though every fiber of my being screams for me to take the courses online so I can stay home (where it is safe). I really try to not let the paranoia run me, so you can imagine my distress when I received the following email on my phone as I stopped by my usual breakfast joint on the way to school.
Subject: Everything you know is a lie
From: Mark
Act calm as to not alert anyone, but everyone around you is not who they say they are. You need to quietly get out of there and meet me at the spot where you had your first kiss. You know the place. My name is Mark.
I usually try to chalk messages from unknown people as spam and not give them a second thought, but my heart had immediately started pounding upon reading those words.
“It’s better to be safe then sorry” I muttered as I decided to ignore the message and go strait home.
I distinctly saw four people watching me as I left money and slipped out of the booth to head for the door. I tried my best to maintain a casual walk but it picked up to a jog when I saw one of the four pull out her phone, clearly sending a message as she watched me leave. I was only three blocks from home so I picked up the pace when I got outside. I did my best to calm the rising panic, which was all in vain due to the stares I was receiving as I ran home.
“Just stop looking at me!” I panted as I made the last turn onto my street.
I immediately came to a full stop. There are too many cars I thought. My eyes widened as full-scale hysteria was setting in and tears began filling my eyes. I fished out my keys and all I could think was that I could find safety in my home. Quickly, I got inside my dark house. I went to the window to check to see if I was followed when a disturbing though crossed my mind. Didn’t I leave the light on? I slowly turned around and to my horror found roughly thirty people in my home. In front of the group was Heather.
“SURPRISE” they yelled in unison.
“Happy birthday, sweetie,” Heather said as she ran to give me a kiss.
I nervously laughed. My birthday? My birthday wasn’t for two more weeks. Heather was hugging me tightly as I gave one more glance out the window. I gave a yelp when I saw a man watching me from the street. He shook his head and turned away.
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