So what if i was sick?

I always thought that the world must be very strange. As a kid, I felt like something was odd but couldn't really tell what it was. So I went on with life like everyone else until some people which I consider somewhat of friends asked me if I was okay. I couldn't tell what they meant by that time. I knew what depression felt like but I didn't have depression so basically, I was fine, I guess.

They would tell me that I sometimes seem to be in my own world and do things that neither make sense nor would I notice that. I would try to stick a USB into an invincible hole in the door in order to open a secret room and I would be scared of plants like if they were people that want to harm me. I told them that they must be mistaken as I can't recall doing things like that. I don't know any scary plants nor do I open doors with USBs, at least not if somebody is watching me.

And I know that there's at least one person in the same room as me. I can feel their presence. I can feel their eyes digging through the skin of my neck, wanting to enter my circulation. Too bad they are always too far away. I don't enjoy their company. They creep me the shit out, especially at night when they are standing in front of my bed and stare at me silently while I sleep.

They would wait in my shower until I enter. When water runs over my body they would lick my neck like it was a delicious piece of meat.

But I always thought everyone would have their demons following, or at least those who deserve this torture, with them so I never talked about it.