Tw: Paranoia, anxiety, depersonalization, intrusive thoughts

He's faintly aware there are other people in the house with him, hushed voices he can't hear while some try to fall asleep, loud yelling while others argue. 

They hate you

He stops, standing straight, fingers curling around the edge of the sink. It's getting harder to recognize the person in the mirror

Dark eyes stare back, but they aren't his, they're never his. 

He sighs, watching the person's face change.

You're being watched

He leans forward, narrowing his eyes.

There's music playing in the room next to him, it seems to blend with the sound of water dripping from the faucet in front of him. 

His eyes widen, why did he think that? He didn't want that. Was he a bad person? 

He stands there for god knows how long, trying to manage his breathing. 

He gets out with a sinking feeling in his gut, no one had noticed he was gone. 

No one cared.