As I'm looking at myself in the mirror, I start to remember. All the videos. They come flooding back. All of a sudden, I feel as if a hand is reaching out to me and suddenly, I'm afraid of mirros. I turn away from it, but I cannot escape it. I can feel a hand on my neck but I know It's not there, yet, I can see it. It feels as vivid as a roller coaster ride might. Certainly more terror, however. I am hyperventilating. I am scared to open the door, afraid whatever is here will take me. I run to my room and softly close the door. I examine my bed, it looks strange. I look around my room and for a moment think there is somthing here, I convince myself otherwise. I tell myself nothing is there, but It's hard to erase your mind of it when there is evidence. It's all in my mind, I tell myself, they tell me too. I cannot escape them, I cannot escape it. It's what makes me. It's what I am. It's what I always will be. help me.
