Him: "the one that is always behind me, watching, waiting, always. Why does he look at me like that? Is he sad?"
Me: "Hallucinating in the middle of class, freaking out my teacher to the point where she seems to hold tears back for my sake... This can't be happening! Why does the world bow to my problems?!"
Them: "Followers of the one who stood out in front of me, they seem to know me too, but I do not know them. There are other forces keeping my realization away, though I believe we –– the one I feel close to and I -- will overcome those obstacles."
Unknown creatures haunting one thirteen year old girl, following, watching, hiding, leaving, returning, and always causing an uneasy feeling.
Her life was never "normal", though it wasn't ever as odd as people were beginning to believe. Hallucinations, spirits, or a dire want or need for attention? Who was to know?
Footsteps behind her, forever... stepping.