Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-5020029-20151230052321

So I posted this a few minutes ago and it got deleted because of it's quality. I put some effort into this story, and would you guys help me just improve it overall so it can be good enough to post here? I'm sorry if it is hard to read, I'm new to this and I'm not sure how to change the color of the text so it's more easily visible. Here's the story:

'''The paranoia is taking over me. I can hear it, singing my name ever so sweetly, beckoning me to delve into the depths of insanity and lose myself forever in it. The thing has been following me for days now. I can feel it wherever I go, watching me with it's eyes of sheer hatred towards me. '''

'''This all began a few weeks ago. I was a fairly normal student. I had a job at the local McDonalds, and was finishing my last year of High School. Life was blissful, I had not a care in the world, and I was gracefully floating down the river of life, letting it guide me to wherever destiny had deemed me to be. Oh god, how I miss those days ever so. It started following me one day on my stroll back home from my shift. I don't know where it came from, but I could feel something glaring at me as I walked. I'm not a paranoid person, but my instincts were screaming at me to run for my life. The paranoia crept up my spine, chilling me to my very core. I gazed around my surroundings every few seconds as I walked along the empty sidewalks that led to my home, and I could see nothing out of the ordinary. I got home without any problems, and the paranoia faded as I began to go about my normal life once more. '''

'''I had been in my room for a few hours when the paranoia found it's way back to me. Imagine that you're sitting on your computer, going about your business, and you feel like something is in the room with you, drilling holes into the back of your head with it's eyes. This is exactly how I felt at the time. I kept getting more and more paranoid, and I wasn't able to sleep. I could feel it creeping up behind me, about to grasp me in it's shadowy hand and drain the life from my body. I would look around, and would see only the blank walls of me room, but I couldn't see what was causing me to feel this way. I knew it was in the room with me. It's presence grew stronger and stronger, I grew more and more terrified. It overcame me with it's mangled tendrils, and I drifted off into the world of slumber. '''

'''I opened my eyes to rather dim surroundings. I could feel my body laying back on damp grass, and I could faintly see the outline of the moon shining through the clouds of the night. I got on my feet, and took a look at my surroundings. The forest I had awoken in was rather dense. The trees stood larger than the greatest stars, and there was minimal room for me to walk. I felt it watching me from somewhere in the woods as if it were a predator stalking it's prey. I looked around all the trees for it, but saw only the blackness of night staring back at me. The gentle sound of the wind blowing around me was interrupted by a howl that froze my bones in terror. I slowly turned around to see the forest behind me was set ablaze. I could feel the heat creeping slowly towards me as the fire blossomed. That's when I saw it. There was a slight clearing in the massive huddles of trees when it stood up. It's legs were nothing but bones with sinew and muscle still attached in some places. I could see it's exposed rib cage protecting it's heart, beating furiously through it's completely mangled body. It's arms were massive and covered in sheets of blood, with claws sharper than the sharpest knife. I've never felt this horrified in my life. I needed to get out of this hell. The paranoia was coursing through my veins, freezing me where I stood. It turned around to face me with it's wolf-life face, missing large patches of skin. It's eyes locked on with mine, and I could feel it's desire to decimate me and send me spiraling into the void. I fell to my knees, unable to comprehend what was in front of me. How could any of this be real? How did I get here? These questions surged through my mind as it slowly advanced towards me. It made it's way to me and grabbed me. It's claws effortlessly sliced into my body, and locked me in place. The last thing I remember was it's teeth digging into me, ever so slowly, as if it wanted me to suffer. '''

'''I woke up in a sweat. I could still feel the absolute horror of what just happened to me in the back of my mind. I could still feel it in my room, watching me as I recovered from what just happened. I didn't know what to do, I just sat in my bed for hours, going through everything that had occurred in my head. I looked over and saw that it was time for school, and I did my best to get dressed and get to school before it began. '''

'''It was with me at school. I could feel it trapping me in it's cage as I tried to my work. I couldn't focus on anything, and pure nausea was the only thing I felt. School ended, and I booked it back home. I didn't care about work, I just needed to find a place where I was safe from this thing. My room provided no comfort for me. I emptied the contents of my backpack, stuffed in a pillow and a blanket, and made my way out of my house. My parents were going to search for me, but they don't understand. I need to get away from this. It is going to drive me to insanity, and I can't let that happen.I walked out of my house and made way towards the inner city in a search for comfort and escape from this. '''

'''It was with me every single step of the way. It was my unwanted companion, and clung to me like the worst of parasites. There was no liberation from it. It enshrouded me in it's cloak, shoving me deeper and deeper into the paranoia. There's no one I can trust, any one of these people could be it. I made my way through the crowded streets, looking down at the ground, while doing my best to avoid any contact with anyone. I wouldn't let this thing get me, it wasn't going to get the best of me. '''

'''I wandered for days. I would find a place to rest at the end of the day, but it just haunted my dreams every night. Sleep offered no solace from my plight. Every day dragged on with paranoia, and every night dragged on with terror. I could feel my psyche slowly cracking, killing me slowly on the inside. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7939969999999998;margin-top:8pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">'''<span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#141823;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was in an alley when I saw it for the first time in real life. It appeared as a normal human, but I could see through it's disguise. It saw me and screamed out my name, trying to get me to fall into it's clutches, but I wouldn't let that happen. I picked up a glass bottle, and threw the bottle at it. I heard it scream in agony. The blood streamed down it's face as it picked out the glass shards from it's eye. It feel to it's knees, and I saw an opportunity to end this. There was a discarded brick nearby. I grasped it, and made my way towards it. This was it, I can finally go home and live a normal life once more. I was a mere foot away from it when it looked back up at me. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7939969999999998;margin-top:8pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">'''<span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#141823;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Why son, why are you doing this!? You've been gone for days, and we're so worried about you. Please come home!" it said. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7939969999999998;margin-top:8pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">'''<span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#141823;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It was disguising itself as my dad. The feeling of disgust rushed through my body because of it's terrible attempt to fool me. I raised the brick high above my head, and brought it down heavy. I could hear the bones crack as the brick smashed through it's weak skull. It lay on the ground, finally dead. It was over. Finally over. I could go home and be myself again without the fear of paranoia. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7939969999999998;margin-top:8pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">'''<span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#141823;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I turned around to gather my belongings when I saw it once more. It was standing in the alley, watching my actions. I hadn't killed it. That was when I realized that I couldn't go home. I never could go home or go back to my old life. It was going to be with me everywhere. It was everyone and everything. I can't trust anything. I ditched my stuff, and ran in a full sprint out of the alley and into the street ahead. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7939969999999998;margin-top:8pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">'''<span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#141823;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">It was everywhere. It disguised itself as everyone. It passed me multiple times, asking if I was lost or if I needed help. The shock was disorienting. Everything is out to get me, and I must get away from everything. I ran for what seemed like centuries on end until I ended up in a forest. I knew it was with me. It wants to kill me. I need to escape. The forest engulfed me as I ran deeper and deeper into it. Day turned into night, night into day, and I didn't stop running. I couldn't stop. If I stopped, I had no chance. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7939969999999998;margin-top:8pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">'''<span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#141823;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">My knees buckled below me in absolute exhaustion. I tried to stand once more, but I had no strength to. I hadn't had anything to eat or drink in days, and I couldn't handle even one more step. I knew it was behind me. This was the end. I had never felt more paranoid in my life. I could hear it's thunderous footsteps making their way up behind me. I cried, just wanting to be at home, when everything was normal and life was great. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7939969999999998;margin-top:8pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">'''<span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#141823;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The claw entered through my spine. I felt the pain through my whole body and I wanted to scream, but I didn't have the energy. It grabbed me, just like in the dream, and I felt my body lift off the air. '''

''' <span style="font-size:13.3333px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(20,24,35);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">In the last few moments of my life before it got me, the paranoia finally faded. I felt euphoria, and nothing no longer mattered. I was ready. I was ready to enter the null, and drift endlessly through nothing for all of eternity. I closed my eyes and waited for '''<ac_metadata title="It Is Following Me (Review and Proofread please?)"> </ac_metadata>