everything is a mess right now. i don’t like cleaning. it’s boring.
i sit up and i look around my room. chair, table, desk, pens, yellow, jacket, eyes, bed, fan.
there’s someone in my room. i saw eyes.
its so scary at night
i hate thinking about it. i just have to tell myself that everything will be okay.
it’s funny. my powers function best in the dark. and even better without gravity.
the eyes are still looking at me.
i’m scared.
i wanna run to my parents room but i can’t. i can’t move. or the monster will get me.
i like to list things that i see.
it helps my anxiety.
i wonder if the eyes are friendly. i watch them blink. there is no emotion behind it.
“hello?”
that was silly of me. now it knows that i’m awake.
the eyes move. a figure steps out. my eyes widen.
it was a girl. my age. her hair had been shaved off. she had on glasses and the lenses were cracked.
“who are you?” i ask softly as i clutch my covers.
“no one,” the girl replies. “it is no one. an entity cursed to see but never experience.”
her words confused me. what does that mean?
i slowly lower my covers. my parents told me not to talk to strangers. but she seemed nice. and sad. really sad.
“do you have any friends?”
the girls shakes her head. she was really quiet for a kid.
“do you want to be my friend?”
the girls stares at me. i suddenly wonder if i’ve said something wrong. she then moves closer. she slowly walks to the edge of my bed before poking my cheek with her finger.
“why? why do you want to be friends with a person that doesn’t exist?”
she was really confusing. she talked in riddles.
“if you didn’t exist then i couldn’t feel you poking my face…”