Collector

Story begins with fact that lately you have started to sleep less and feel weak and disoriented, every time you try to go to bed you are overtaken by selfish thoughts and emotional swings.Dreams seem like nothing better and clearly not an escape from a difficult day, so you prefer not to sleep until your eyelids start falling off on their own.Your worries are slowly eating you out of your gut and you feel it, but you don't make any effort to do anything about it, slowly suffering in a cocoon of despair and depression.
Another day, all the same tears on your cheeks before a bottomless night in a dreary city, you prefer not to sleep again,tomorrow is the same day, all the same faces that are disgustingly cute and unfamiliar at the same time,you desperately try to breathe, suffocating from your own tears until fatigue takes over your body and You're passing out.In utopia, you finally see something other than the annoying emptiness, in the distance there is a black figure in a felt hat looking through your soul, unknowingly a lump rises in your throat, and your body is held in a vice as if it were not yours at all, as soon as you try to look away, a wide sadistic smile appears on the face of a stranger, one blink one movement and you're already being strangled, you feel a real animal fear, as if everything is real, you try to kick, but your body is numb, and your hands are desperately digging into the stranger's hand trying to release his grip.As a result, you wake up covered in sweat, breathing raggedly and checking your neck, feeling the phantom handprint.After that incident, he always came, tormented and tortured you until you woke up, you noticed that your condition worsened after each nightmare, you tried to consult a therapist, although you had not been eager to even think about it before, but all he advised was to communicate more with people, which you did quite poorly.And so.You fell asleep, you saw him again, but you didn't cared at all. you look into his face