The hunter and the hunted

Those things have been chasing me for over two years now. Whenever I fall asleep. Or just think. Or dream. Or I hear certain songs. All the time. I can’t get away. I can’t escape. They keep following me.
My name is Jenny. I’m 23 years old. I live in a small house near the center of New York. It’s a really nice place. I’m not very tall, skinny blond girl with brown eyes. I can’t say I’m beautiful or extraordinary. I’m just a normal girl, pretty much like most girls here. And yet all of them seem to be handling life pretty well. But I can’t. I’m being chased by those demons. They are like monsters. Sometimes even I feel like a monster. I want to escape from that feeling. But I can’t. Imagine the deepest chasm, filled with fear. And pain. And grief. Sorrow. Tears. That’s my heart. My soul. Every time I smile it’s just a mask on my face. Just to hide all the pain. I want no one to know. I hide it. But I don’t know how long will I be able to do that. I’m afraid. The demons are every where around me. In the sun. The flowers. Trees. Air. And worse – in me. In my heart. My soul. There’s no escape. Their teeth are razor sharp. And no one can hear me scream. They are just beneath my skin. I can’t escape from them. No matter how hard I try to do that. Why can’t somebody come and save me from this? Make it end? But it seems it’s a lost cause. Never mind. I’ll handle it. Somehow.
I never knew I can feel so insecure. But now I do. I see those demons everywhere I go. No matter what I do. No matter what I think about. There they are. Hiding behind the beautiful white roses that my mom gave me for my birthday. Just around the corner leading to my favorite place. In my room, disguised in the shadows on the walls. I have to escape them. Or just learn to live with them. I need someone to help me…