"I found you," he said, and he dragged me to the first floor firmly holding my hand.

He didn't know it, but he had just saved me from one of my worst nightmares. Since then he is my closest friend.

"I understand that your class will go to a villa. Why did not you tell me I'd let you go. They would even do courage tests. It will be fun, you have to go out more."

"Mmm, I do not think I'm going to go and there will probably be alcohol and drugs." - please in the name of everything holy and unholy whatever works, stop her from kicking me yet again to one of this excursions.

That's exactly why I did not want to tell her I did not want to go to a forgotten villa in the middle of nowhere, filled with drunk high school students who would decide to tell scary stories or something equally shitty for me. Surely you think I'm a pussy I'm not, just everything that they make up starts to exist. I realized this on one of all the excursions my mother had asked me to go, because she was worried that I would become a lunatic loner. We sat by the fire and someone began to tell about a killer with a hook instead of a hand and the creature appeared from nowhere. With every addition and change of history, the creature changed. Then I realized that everything I see is real. I still can not figure out which beings are harmless and which really can hurt you. Apparently that is dependent of the degree of how terrible they are or maybe not. The killer did not even try to touch us while the goblin from the children's tales was able to physically hurt me. The only place I felt good was our home, except for the attic. I avoid it as if there was bird flu, black plague, swine flu, smallpox and radioactive substances at the same time.

"Peter told his mother he was going to go and i do not believe there will be drugs. You will see that you will have a good time."

"Can't I at least decide if I want to go to a party, most mothers are asking their child to stay at home. - I did not want to scream, I knew she was worried, but my life was mine, and she was not seeing any shit.

"I'm sorry I wanted you to get well and don't raise that tone with me. It is already decided, you are going." - she narrowed her eyes at me.

They should have had another child and left me in peace. From time to time I desperately dream of a brother or sister so that they are to busy with it to care for me. With a thunderous pace, I climbed the stairs to my room. I picked up the phone from my bed and looked at the screen 12 missed calls - 10 by Peter and 2 by Tanya. At least the 10 missed calls are not from the harpy. Ever since we broke up, she keeps ringing. It was not like I did not like her, but some relationships are simply not ment to be. Shortly before I slept with her, I realized she had slept with one of the boys on the basketball teams while we were together. Now, when I think about it, I should just banged her and be done with it, now she would not stop calling. But no, me and my moral system. I take the phone and call Peter:

"Hi, how is my men ?" - I heard him answer.

"Because of you, I'll have to go to some deadly house in the middle of nowhere to eat mosquitoes and listen to bullshit all night."

"Hey, homey, that's awesome, you're coming. Stop fretting I can imagine you squinting and shit. Your mother was just trying to shoot you with a torpedo at the party i had to beg to go. Few girls, a little alcohol it will be totally cool. And Tania will be there." he said suggestively.

"Just the thing of nightmares, and my pursuer will be nearby." All night, she will chase me and cast glare at every girl who decides to come close to me.

"Get her and spread her legs. she will leave you alone after."

"Yeah .. yeah .. I'm going to run, call you later."

Peter was not one of the smartest people I knew, but he was my best friend. A little tranqulaizer later on and I was doing my jog for the day. I was hoping i wouldn't come across anything strange, but at least I did not feel any sign of a panic attack. The less I thought about this problem, the less likely It was to be unable to breathe. After the first kilometer I could hear my heart struggling with incredible speed in my chest. I sat on one of the benches in the park. Thousands of questions crossed my head: What was I? Had there others like me? Could I stop it? How could I understand which beings could hurt me and which were harmless?

I had to find answers but I didn't know even the right questions or where to start. From my parents? And what I would like to ask: "know by chance why I see things that do not exist according to you" better ask them the directions to the madhouse. Why wasn't it simpler ?!?Perhaps I could find a person with the crystal balls and the cards taro and blah blah blah. Unfortunately, all this had to wait. First I had to go home and collect my luggage for the stupid house party. If I returned alive, I would have started my search and that was a big if. I promised myself this every time. Whom was i kidding I would continue to sit in home to avoid going out, reading countless books to fill my time. And even if I wanted to find the truth I did not have the slightest idea where to start.