You know that feeling that you get once you've watched a scary movie that involves people about your age or older being followed, chased down and killed? You feel that same adrenaline those people must have experienced in that situation. Sometimes, when you go into a room you feel as if you're being watched, that even if your window curtain is down someone can still see you. In the shadows there are piercing eyes staring at your every movement, waiting for that perfect moment for you to turn your back. It feels as if you're not alone. You start to make yourself sick thinking about all the possibilities that could be behind the closed door–or behind the bathroom curtain–making your stomach turn to knots, and your head hurt so bad it starts to spin. You can't sleep because when you close your eyes you're afraid to open them.
Friday, March 12, 2010
The Feeling of Being Hunted by Talisha Liles
Labels:
alone,
fear,
prose poems,
Sophomore,
Student writing,
Talisha
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