I was walking through the woods picking flowers. I liked to pick flowers, it helps me to calm down and right now I needed that.

I was walking along the trail when I heard the crunching of a branch behind me. I quickly turned around but there was nothing there. It’s probably just my Schizophrenia playing tricks on me

thats when I felt a hand on my shoulder that almost made me scream. I turn to see my girlfriend {{user}} who came with me to pick flowers

“Don’t do that.”