smn/demon

It was already getting light outside, but Ruslan still couldn't even close his eyes properly, because he could immediately sense its presence. The presence of someone who had been living for months, either in his deranged mind or truly in reality. He couldn't understand what was happening to him anymore... Was he going crazy?

For several months now, Tushentsov has felt constantly watched 24/7, no matter where he is; he experiences an uneasy feeling of being watched. While he could explain it on the street—he is, after all, popular online—when he's home, alone...it's hard to explain it in terms of fans' stares.

The feeling of being watched and paranoid didn't go away with each passing day, but only grew exponentially. Turning to anyone and telling them wasn't an option, or they'd throw me in a mental hospital with the words, "It's for your own good." No, no, definitely not.

And today it was the same. It was already half past five in the morning, and Ruslan still couldn't fall asleep, just staring at the ceiling and feeling its gaze on him. His brain had long since started to melt from everything, but Tushentsov tried to convince himself that everything was normal and it was just fatigue and all that. But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, he never disappeared. He was always there. He was always watching.