It follows. A dark cloud behind me. Look to my left, then to my right. There’s nothing there. I walk into my room, as I close my door, it’s like I’m shutting something out. My heart pounds.
There’s nothing there.
I make my way over to my bed, turning on a tv show to watch before bed. The soft silky sheets are a contrast to this weird itching I feel. The wind patters against my window. 
Pat pat pat pat. 
It’s like it’s speaking to me. Like something is begging to be let inside, even if for just a moment, a second. 
There’s nothing there. 
I close my curtains, blocking out the overcrowding noises. Just the show, just focus on the tv show. But I can’t sit still, I need to move. Something’s coming. 
But nothing’s there. 
I look to my left to see my reflection in the mirror. As I stand in front of the mirror, I don’t recognize what’s staring back at me. Is that a mess? The mistakes? The messes I’ve made? Please stop. Please just be quiet for a few minutes. 
But Adriana… Nothing is there? 
As I lay in bed, it sits in the corner. Watching and waiting. What are you waiting for? 
Don’t sleep. It comes when you fall asleep. 
I just want to sleep. Just to not stare at the ceiling, to sleep comfortably. No screams, no moving, no checking to see if something is there. 
To check if something’s watching. 
Everytime I wake, something is coming, it’s just waiting for the right time. Waiting for when I’m my most vulnerable. 
Nothing is there. 
But it is.
It waits in the corner of my eye. Never taking a break. 
Never giving me a break.