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**When I get home from school. ** 
 
 When I get home, anxiety awaits me. Its long slender frame sitting cross legged on my living room carpet is the first thing I see when I open the door to my home. A slow, sinister smile spreads across its face as it rises to the sight of me. I walk quickly to my room to avoid its smug gaze and shut the door behind me, locking it and pressing my back against the door, breathing heavily. My attempts are futile though, as its slim fingers act as a ghost key, sliding into the keyhole with ease, unlocking the yielding door and opening it just wide enough to slide itself in between the gap. I run to my bed, grab a pillow and throw it in its direction, but I miss and it just stands there with its arms folded, leaning against my door, now locking me in, instead of me locking it out. I feel hopeless as it shakes its head at my weak attempt to stop it. Still smiling, it approaches me with a ghostlike grace. I am petrified as it sits next to me on my bed, tenderly tucking a clump of hair behind my left ear. With a voice as smooth as whipped cream and a whisper softer than silk, it said to me: 
 
 *'' You're such a fucking fuck-up. You're friends are only pretending to like you. They feel obligated to invite you places because you're such a fucking tool. `` * 
 
 I looked away. 
 
 It's torso wrapped around my back and it's face was close to mine once more. It's slender fingers held up my chin the way a lover would and it said to me: 
 
 `` The friend you value most values you the least. And it's no wonder,'' it said, suddenly pulling it's fingers away from my chin, disgusted. `` You're fucking ugly.'' 
 
 Its smile fell then, and it moved away from my line of vision to stand in front of me. It seemed to grow in size, its black figure creating a huge shadow that engulfed my body. Electric lightning bolts ran up and down its arms and the whole room was shaking and crumbling, the lightbulb flickering in-between total darkness and dim lightness. I cowered and shielded myself with my arms but they were so skinny, so pale, so *weak* in comparison to the all-encompassing darkness of its body. I tried to close my eyes but it had somehow it had found a way in, so that I could still see the scene playing out on the inside of eyelids. 
 
 
 `` You. Are. *Worthless*.'' it boomed, snarling at me with razor sharp teeth. I felt tears flow like rivers down my face, pooling at my eyes. And through my blurry, teary vision, I saw it - the anxiety- draw back and spring forward, teeth first, 
 
 towards my heart.
