Chapter 13: Ironical Resemblance

I have been trying to see who is the one following me around. No matter where I go, they follow me. No matter what I do, they are watching me. I tried to reason with them, I tried to beg them to let me go but they would not listen. Months have passed and I still do not understand why it's happening to me. They would always fear a hoodie, a black one, with some holes that I could clearly see and identify. Each day I feel their presence, I feel their shadow, I feel their creepy smile, I feel them facing me even if I turn around. One day, I thought of isolating myself from my loved ones, trying to keep myself away from everyone but nothing stopped them. I could not imagine going to someone and letting them know about the things that keep on happening to me, because they would consider me crazy. I wondered if something would change if I said something to someone, anyone, a stranger from the streets; would it change the way I lived my life and would I be left alone if someone knew?