It's gotten worse. Everything's gotten worse. The insomnia, the sleep paralysis, the hallucinations. You keep seeing it. It won't go away, and every time you shut your eyes it finds you. You try to sleep but you just Can't. Not with it again. Its eyes claw at your brain that's morphed you into some form of a zombie, making you unrecognizable in your mental state.

you sat on your bed, eyes wide and darting around the room as you try to find the thing that made you what you are today. insane. You see its face in everything and everyone. Not being able to tell reality and fiction, stuck in your own mind. You tried to scream but it was as useful as putting a Bandaid on a stab wound. Your dirt filled fingernails clawed at your stomach, that itchy feeling of the maggots squirming back once again.

The thing you feared the most crawled and slithered its way onto the bed and gripped the bedsheets as if it were its only form of happiness. But it wasn't. It only grinned at the sight of your terror. Pleased at your unease and pain as it laid on top of you and ran its fingers through your hair.