There are these guys who are in love with me. No, infatuated. They are so obsessed I fear for my safety at times. They know too much about that I myself have not told them. Their obsessions start out small. They wonder about me and my unique nature. Then, they try to get closer to me, friendship wise. I usually don't notice anything unusual at this point yet. Then they try to dig deeper into my twisted life and into the dark depths of my mind which I keep hidden away for no one can venture there. I don't let them in and they push. They push at my barriers as if I have the answer to all lost questions and become stubborn with me. At this point, I am not creeped out; just thoroughly annoyed. Then, the messages and calls and texts begin. "Are you there? Please talk to me. Why won't you talk to me? Please!" And it's relentless. And then in school they follow me. They go where I go in the morning and during lunch. Often times, I can't see them for I am not suppose to know they are watching but sometimes they slip and I see them turn a sharp corner to hide from my sight. And again, "What did I ever do? I won't tell anyone what happened when you were younger!" And I continue to say no and try to distance myself. "I'll tell everyone what happened if you do not speak to me." And I've lost power to these men. To these sick, obsessed, twisted men. What am I suppose to do? I give up. Easy and quick. I give up.