The Probability Of Survival Is Near Impossible.

Everyone claimed it was paranoia, even the Asylum I stayed out a couple months back, but no one living would understand. I wasn't paranoid, I knew what was happening, he was still out there, looking for me, waiting for the right moment to strike and that thought alone had locked up in my own room, rarely leaving the safety of it. This wasn't simply paranoia, I was far beyond that level, this was the way I had been living for the past couple of years, after that incident that had me scarred for life.