I always see him.
He stands in the halls waiting for me.
Anytime I look in the mirror, he's behind me.
Whenever I look in the mirror of my car, he's in the back seat.
I always see him.
Everywhere I go, he follows me.
But it appears that only I can see him.
My friends are always asking "who are you looking for?" Or "what are you staring at?"
They think I'm insane.
I'm able to talk to him.
He tells me nice things.
He's a good guy. I wish people were able to see him.
Sadly I have to leave him for now. When I tell him I have to go, he seems so sad.
But he's understanding.
I was taken to this big house, or at least that's what people called it.
My friend tells me they want me to get better.
"What's your name?" The lady asked when we walked in. I gave them my name and we waited for a few minutes. A doctor came out, calling for me.
I followed them to a nice looking room.
"I'll see you later," my friend said before leaving.
"Here," the doctor said. They handed me a cup of little pills.
They left.
I stared into the cup thinking back to the person I saw at my house.
I always saw him.
He used to stand in the hallways.
He used to be with me in the car.
He used to be there when I looked in the mirror.
I always saw him.
