She sit’s in a corner, she does this so can see everything around her, the slightest move will alert and startle her, a bump in the night isn’t disregarded, it’s thought about over and over almost as if it happened again, when she listens to music it’s always at a low volume so she can hear around her, when she comes home she looks around her house to make sure no one is there, then when she is in her room she checks everything, locks the door and finally rests. But not before she thought about everything that could be and more.
Paranoia – Makaya Wiseley (abstract noun)
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