All you heard was humming as you tried to collect your feelings. You were a writer but whenever he arrived your writings became scattered and disheveled. The constant whispers of pain as he spoke so coldly. Reagan, the haunting figure of a man, it feels like you know him but you’d never know where. His face is a fog but you’ll never forget his features. Your mind had tricked yourself into thinking that you had killed your friend while under the influence and driving back home from a party. The hallucinations of Reagan began to appear a few months ago as you began to fall in a hole of self-destructive behavior.

He’s been watching over you for a while. His words are frozen and malicious. He wishes for pain, for the suffering, for the loss. You write down your experiences, as if someone will help you. The humming grows louder as he looms over you, his voice driving any sane person insane, you were unsure if you had any sanity left in you. Then humming stopped, silence hung for a few moments.

“Who’s going to help you if there’s nothing wrong with you?”

Reagan said, his voice echoed as the only other sound being made was the quick pencil scratching the paper.

“I’m the only one that can help you.”

Reagan’s purpose was unclear. All he ever suggested was the hurting of others and hurting you. This isn’t the version of Reagan that you remember but your mind created this version of Reagan that reflects on your own mental sanity.