I'm schizophrenic. I have to be. its the only explanation. /x/ I'm scared out of my mind, I dont know what to do anymore. Running didnt help. Running only made things worse.
I didn't post anything this weekend because I tried to stay out of the house, I tried to avoid ever being in one place.
At my parents house for a while everything was fine, My parents had talked me into beleiving that it was all a dream/lack of sleep. God I wanted to beleive them.
Anyways, for a while all was good, until saturday night, when I saw Masada again. He looked very worried, he didn't even bother to stand around, as soon as I saw him he sat next to me and patted my head again. This time though, I could swear I heard something outside of my room. When I tried to get up to see it, Masada shook his head and blocked the doorway. This time I took his word for it.
On Sunday I started to see Masada /everywhere/. Everywhere I went I saw him in the distance. It didnt feel threatening though, It almost made me feel safe. Other then that the day was basically normal.
On sunday night though, things got...I dont even know the word for this. When Masada came in to sit next to me like he always does, I heard footsteps right outside. I KNOW I heard them. Nothing can be that real and be fake. Masada even heard them, except he seemed really frightened. I had enough and decided to go past Masada and see exactly what the hell this was. In retrospect I was really just fed up and wanted to prove to myself everything was fake.
What I saw was so fucking horrible, so..I dont even know, That everything goes black after I leave my room. Pitch black. I only remember waking up on my couch for some reason or another with Masada rubbing my side and shaking his head. He won't acknowledge me anymore.
I'm at a loss...someone tell me what to do..