Individual

He's an individual.
He's not human, he's very animal-like. He scares me when I look at him. He shouldn't exist.
But he does.
Most of the time, he stands completely still. For hours. During this time, I can examine his features. Pale skin. Sharp nails. A hooked nose. Warts all over his face.
He's hideous.
His personality matches his horrific exterior. 
He's prone to violent outbursts.
He has murdered every one I've ever cared about. Every girlfriend I've ever had. For months, he will confide in me, accusing them of cheating on me - with no evidence whatsoever. At first, I thought he was just looking out for me... in his own way. Eventually, however, he became rather unhinged. 
He became obsessive.
He would present me with photographs of my current girlfriend. Photographs of her in public. Photographs of her in her home.
Photographs of her sleeping.
I told him to leave. Leave my house. Get out of my life. 
He never listened to me.
I know for a fact that he was so obsessive, that every breathing moment of his life he was thinking about my current girlfriend.
It sickened me. And scared me.
Eventually, I would find my significant other's strangled remains in my basement. I would cry. I would weep for days. And he would just stand there... smiling.
I lunged after him. Trying to kill him. Trying to do the same to him that he did to her.
I couldn't. He just wouldn't die. No matter what I did.
I stopped dating after the fourth dead girlfriend.
Once in a blue moon, he brings home trash bags full of body parts.
Body parts of children.
I always burn the evidence, and I watch in horror as I receive the amber alert. I can always identify the missing little girl or boy as one of his victims.
I just wish he would stop.
I try talking to him, but he always talks back to me. He promises he won't do terrible things anymore, but I know he's lying.
He's never attacked me before. 
But I've attacked him.
I've cut him, stabbed him, beat him senseless. 
It has little effect on him.
He just stands there.
Smiling.
He follows me everywhere I go.
I can't escape him.
I don't even know how he finds me.
I've fled states, even countries, and he always follows.
His crimes follow as well.
I'm staring at him as I write this. He's smiling at me. He knows his existence torments me. He wants to involve me in his crimes. He wants to involve me in his terrible actions. I don't understand why, but he just won't leave me alone. This has been going on for years, mind you. He's always stalked me, following my every move. Since I was a child, he's watched me. He's learned of my weaknesses, of my strengths. 
I have no idea what his true intentions are. He is so unpredictable.
I... I think I've found a way to erase him from my life. I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner. I think I was just too focused on avoiding him. Finally, after all these years. I can finally be free of his atrocities.
I can start by getting rid of every mirror I own.
Category:Mental Illness