The Man
He's following me. I couldn't tell you what he looks like, but he definitely knows what I look like. He wears all black and has a distorted face, I can't make it out. I first saw him at the club, then across the street from my home and now at work. I don't know what he wants, who he is or what he's going to do. I've been having nightmares for about a month now, always the same. A man, wearing all black, slits my throat. I'm scared he's gonna go after my family.
I tried telling my mom, but she said I'm just making it up. That there's no man, basically saying I'm crazy without saying that. I was recently misdiagnosed with bipolar with severe psychotic features. I have schizoaffective disorder with bipolar. So, yeah, I'm a schizo. But that doesn't change anything from being real. I still see that man, I know he's real. He has to be.
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