The Tall Man.

The Tall Man whom I see.

Nothing is real anymore. The tall man is always watching me, waiting for my next move. No one is alone anymore; there is always something watching you, a scary thought, huh. He creeps over me like a shadow, wanting to be free. This tall man follows you everywhere. I get scared of him following me; he stands there. He tells me he's not real. But, is anything real anymore? I think I lost myself. I think I am falling apart, you know.

"What are you thinking about?" He says, standing over my bed, staring into my wide awake eyes.

"Leave me alone."

"I could, you just got to know that I'm not real. None of us are."

Their faces turn red as they slowly melt away. I scream and sob out for help, but no one hears. My whole body shakes, and my hands go to that small blade in that small container. I open it shakily, putting it to my skin. Their voices never end. They all scream, telling me more until my vision goes red, and I can't feel my thigh. Everything is hazy as I take a hit of my pen, letting the air sink into my lungs. I need to clear my mind; it's a mess telling me more. I can't, I promised, but I already messed everything up. I mess everything up. It's not my fault, he told me to, he made me do this.

It has always been The Tall Man in the dark space of my room.