I think my neighbor has been watching me
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(NOT MY STORY)
so i got depressed when i was like 13 or 14. It kinda came out of the blue. I was a super hyper and friendly kid. But one day i just couldnt get out of bed. it was summer break so school wasnt stressing me out. Neither was my family, nothing new was happening. I lost 5 pounds in one week and refused to talk to my parents or siblings. I had this journal which i wrote in almost every day, i literally wrote almost every detail of the day down. Even tho i was super sad, i couldnt break my stride. When i wrote down everything i felt and did that day, i read it, at the time i didnt see anything wrong with it. Every few hours i would have lots of intrusive thoughts to hurt myself or others. After a month my parents took down my doors, you read that right, undid my door, off the frame and took it away! It was the only way they could talk and see me. Btw, I hated this, i had a ton of anxiety attacks that made me freak out until i was screaming on the floor. I was changing my clothes maybe once a week or longer, so my mom tried to take me shopping but i couldnt. My body was so frail and tired. So she went to the store and facetimed me so i could pick out the stuff i wanted to wear. She was surprised that i picked out all black stuff, a few chains and some "emo" things she would call them. I didnt really care, it was the stuff i wanted. Also, i chopped off my hair into a short non-binary haircut. After almost a full year, i started to gain my energy back. Little by little. Now i could get myself to the kitchen and eat a small banana. over a few more months, i was talking to my parents a few times a day, joking and laughing. One night, i was in my room and saw my journal under my bed. I hadnt writen in it since almost a year ago. When i looked at the last date and read what i put. I was completely shocked. Most of it was stuff like "I should kill myself tonight" and other gruesome stuff. So, of course i put the book down, never to read it again. I was still having small mental breakdowns and anxiety attacks but they were more spaced out. My life was getting back to normal. Every day, i went outside, walked around a bit then came back inside. My walks were pretty long, i walked in my backyard, well, i wouldnt call it a backyard. My neighbors on the side of me didnt have any fences, neither did my family. None of us had any security cameras cuz it was just a farm land really. One of my neighbors was an old man, he was friendly i guess. and the other was a young couple that "werent" dating. I hear those sounds at 3am, you know. I never really thought anything about them. But one day, i was having a mental breakdown and an anxiety attack at the same time. They kept getting worse and worse cuz they triggered each other. But i needed to get outside, maybe that would cure it. So i go outside and have it...for 6 hours- So when i come back inside, i sleep cuz it was late. The next day the same thing happens but with suicidal thoughts. For the next week it continues to happen, every day, each one of them getting longer and longer. My dad was calling the old man neighbor just to check in, i, be nosy, go to the kitchen where he is at, pretending to get food. On the phone i hear the old man say, "hey, i forgot to tell you but about a few months ago, i got these security cams, one of them is on the side of my house so it gets your backyard too! Every time theres a movement, i get notified, and you know me, always have my phone on me." i drop my glass cup, making to shatter all over the floor. Glass flings into my body, yay. Dad hangs up the phone and goes over to help me. Asking me whats wrong, i respond with the classic 'idk'. Later on, i go over to his house and knock. No one answers the door so i come back two hours later and knock again, no answer. so i decide im going to walk in the house, i didnt know what i was thinking but i did. I called his name multiple times, no answer. But i see his computer so i go over to it. Im convinced to find out if hes been watching me. Going to his flies, i see one named 'babgirl' so i click on it. My face pops up. I continue to find videos and edited photos of my face on other bodies. Just then, a hand lays a firm grip on my shoulder. I turn around to see the old man. You wont believe what he says.. -
just skips down to the upvote to make the person think i read it
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@Knoxzee cries cause I hate reading
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I fucking read it all, fuck you and the fuckity fucking cliffhanger
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@HEXER LMAO
