They Are Always Watching

They're everywhere. Everywhere I say. I scream. Am I talking or just thinking?! Can they hear my thoughts?! Probably. My thoughts are so loud they pound like a wind chime made of hammers getting pelted with hail. Wait what?! That doesn't make any sense! Nothing makes sense! Not the horrid yellow gold wall paint, or the tattered lemongrass velvet chairs with the stuffing coming out of the cushions. Not even the dozen pairs of eyes watching me from the singular window. 

There are no curtains. If there were any I would've closed them by now. Oh those eyes! Lord those eyes, black like volcanic rock, piercing like an arrow into a bullseye, incessantly watching me pace up and down, back and forth.

What if I'm the sole survivor!? What if I'm the only thing left to watch!? Oh be damned! I wish I, too, were no more! 

You hear that! You infernal demon eyes! I wish I weren't here! I wish I were no more! I am not the sole rat at a one horse zoo! I am a person and I demand solitude! 

I fall and take up the fetal position, laying in the middle of a huge circular rug, patterned with a black and white spiral. I twist and turn as if in bed. I can't see them but I can still feel their fiery gaze and I wish for an ice pack over my own eyes. Oh their gaze burns like that of a thousand suns and I scream, I scream so horrifically that I can feel blood slid down my throat. My eyes feel like they're about to pop out of their skull and my scream fades to almost inaudible and my skin feels like leather and, and...

The patient will be needing treatment for a few more weeks. His initial insomnia at the wake of his recent accident that is attributed to his blindness has left him disoriented and psychotic.