They are back. Under my bed. If I told you that there are monsters under my bed, you would laugh at me. But there really is something. It's also behind me. Every day, every minute and every second of my lovely life. There is always something or someone watching me. Or touching me. It makes me shiver in fear. All I want to do is curl up into a little ball and cry. But there is this tiny problem, when I do, they come and comfort me. As if I was already one of them. Please. Make them go away. Help me. From them. From me. From this world. Please.