Paranoia

Paranoia is running, she won’t trust anyone, why would she? All want her dead, she thinks, all want her harmed, she thought. She hides, locking the doors and windows, she won’t let anyone in. Nobody can hurt her when she’s in her home, but, what if they can? What if they found a way in, what if they’re watching her? What if they’re hiding in the cracks, hiding in all the shadows? She locks herself in her room, she covers all openings, fills the underside of her bed, there are still cracks! What if they can still get in? What if they’re in the little cracks, preparing to come and take her! The duct tape comes out and all the cracks are hidden, gone, she is safe.   But, in the mirror, she sees something, something terrifying, her mouth, her ears, her nose, all cracks! What if they hid in there? She must tape them up, she can’t breath, but she’s safe, no one can get to her, she’s safe. But then there’s a flicker in her eyes, their in her eyes! She has to get rid of them, she grabs the scissors and—. Paranoia can not fear anything any longer, she is safe.