Eli always follows me.
He is on the walls,
the floor,
even in the bathroom.

He looks at me with bloodshot eyes.
His hair is sticking straight up,
like a frightened cat.
His whole body twitches,
but his eyes never leave me.

He hates people.
He never learned how to get along with them.
He always puts nooses around his neck,
or bruises on his body.
Sometimes it’s too horrific for me to even look at.

The worst is when I’m with friends.
When I’m laughing,
having fun,
and feeling like nothing can go wrong.

He can’t stand to see this,
it makes his eyes get ever redder
and more crazy.
He would try to choke me,
try to punch me in the gut.

My friends can’t see that,
so I have to try and ignore him.
I still feel Eli though.
I sense him staring at me
with his crazy eyes.
When I feel like I can’t breath
I know he is trying to **** me
once again