No, I can't help you out right now.

I know you've been watching me. Me and the other five of us who are still alive.<br><br>I know you've been seeing how we work together to keep the bleeding things at bay, the way we alternate shifts and keep a watchful eye on each other.<br><br>I know you've been seeing how we work together, the way we lift weights together and don't talk about our fears.<br><br>I know you've seen the large shed in our backyard, and I know you have an idea about what's in there. I know you've seen us pass through there more frequently than you'd like to admit.<br><br>I know you've been watching long enough to know our routines, to know how long I go alone in the morning and how many years I've had to develop this habit.<br><br>I know you've been watching long enough to know that I don't go alone in the morning when I'm on shift.<br><br>I know you've been waiting, watching, and I can almost feel your twitching patience, your trembling anticipation.<br><br>I know you want to come in here, to follow me out into the dark morning, to corner me, to look me in the eye and tell me that you're sorry.<br><br>I know you want to do all of that.<br><br>I know it. And I know that you won't. And I know that I'll never do it to you either.<br><br>But you should still stop watching. I see it in the windows of your house, the way the light catches just so and I can almost make out the shape of your face.<br><br>I know you're watching me when I go outside at night, and I know you're watching me when I go out in the morning and I'm alone.<br><br>I know you're watching me.<br><br>I know you want to do a lot of things to me, but I know you won't, and I know you want me to know that you see me, you're watching me, and I know you want me to know that you know what I did.<br><br>But I don't want you to see me. I don't want you to know me.<br><br>I don't want you to follow me.<br><br>So please, stop. Stop watching me.<br><br>[Info: This is just a tiny snippet. If you’ve read other work by me, you’ll understand that there’s a vast amount of context that’s already been set up. If you don’t know this work, suffice to say that the above snippet practically screams what it is. This is horror, it’s unapologetically graphic, it’s unapologetically brutal, and it’s unapologetically traumatizing. This work is an unflinching portrayal of the consequences of your choices. It’s an unflinching portrayal of the consequences of trauma and grief and the ways in which you can break under the weight of that. <br><br>What I am looking for is, just, can you read it? Like, I know the above snippet is bare bones. But read it, and tell me if you care enough to read more. If you care enough to know what’s going on. If you can see enough to want to know more. If you’ve gotten your foot in the door enough to see what’s going on. <br><br>Don’t tell me what I should do to make you care. Just tell me if you do. ]