No matter where I go, I can never be alone. Even in my room, there are faces nodding at me, winking at me, smiling, staring with no expression. I can’t ever escape from eyes on me. I can’t face myself without someone watching.
One day, I can’t take it anymore.
“I’ve had enough of you!” I scream as I rip them from the walls. Pages flutter all around and land with images face down. I can finally hear myself loud and clear. And I realize that the pictures and the people around me have been meant to protect me all along.