I’m being followed. Watched. I can feel it.
I can’t run from them but they haven’t made any advances yet. They watch me very close; they’re afraid of what I can do, what I might be capable of.
The funny part about the situation they have created is that they have no idea what all is within my grasp, nor will they find out by simple observation. They don’t realize this because they are all idiots. They think they are all super smart scientists, but they don’t understand the world I was born into. So they sit and watch. Listen for any clues or weaknesses. They’re looking for her, and more people like me, who are cursed. They’re hoping to catch her – us and break the rest of us before we take our final stance.
It wasn’t always this intense; they didn’t use to keep such close tabs on me. Before I met her, I was slightly less paranoid, didn’t feel so trapped; I could walk into a half-lit room and not have to find a brighter light source to feel somewhat safer.
But I was empty then. She was able to fill up the hole, the emptiness that seemed to consume my life.
She completed me. . . This is where my story begins. This is where our story begins.