Watching

I can't move. It's too quiet.

There are eyes, big ones. There in the corner, by the door.

It's so dark.

It's not doing anything. It's not moving.

I can't move. I can't breathe.

Is it even human? Humans don't do this.

Why isn't it doing anything? It's just standing. Watching. Watching me.

I need noise. I need to scream. Maybe it'll do something if I do.

I can't scream, I can't even cry. My chest hurts. I can't breathe.

Do something. Anything. Please.

Hurt me, tear me apart. Just stop watching me, please.

Let me die.

Its eyes don't even blink. It's like they're stuck there. It's coming closer.

Don't come closer.

Its silhouette is so dark. It's coming closer. I don't even hear it's footsteps.

Its eyes are in front of mines. They're staring.

That thing is not even breathing.

God, please. Let this thing kill me already.

Please stop watching.

I can't breathe. I can't close my eyes. I can't do anything.

All I can do is stare.

All I can do is watch.

I watch.