When Your Mind is Your EnemyShe didn't know exactly when he started to really bother her. He was around sometimes, lingering on the edge of the woods behind her house, just watching. There were times when she would watched him back, like a staring contest only it wasn't fair because he had no eyes, until one of them got bored and turned to walk away. It all seemed harmless enough, and like all of her other friends, he was gone when the pills set in.
Her friend the Smiling Dog didn't like him much, but she told him that was only because he didn't like very many people. She then noticed that the tall man was getting closer, in the middle of the yard or on her porch in the middle of the night, and now when she saw him, her heart would skip beats and panic would wash over her. He wouldn't fade when she took her medication, and her knuckles were soon bloody with her constant rubbing them together in unease. She couldn't bring herself to leave her own home over time, and somehow she couldn't bring
Loosing her...She was the happiest girl you could ever hope to meet. Her skill in making your day with just a grin and a hug were unparalleled. I was probably the happiest man in the world to have her as my girlfriend.
She had a wild imagination, though, that sometimes got away from her. Sometimes to the point that she would think she heard a noise that wasn't there, or see a shadow flicker in a funny way, but I always got her to realize that it was in her head, only her imagination. But then something happened, something that caused her to panic at the thought of our regular nightly walks. At the start, I could still drag her outside, but she would always cling to my side, glancing around, looking for something, and terrified, but as the months passed, it got worse, no matter what I did. She would tell me about a tall man in a suit and without a face. I told her to calm down, that she was only imagining it. Eventually, she refused to go out during the day as well and she would keep an almost parano