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But something’s wrong.

Sometimes I feel like someone’s watching me, even when no one is around. In class, I want to say something, but it’s like my mouth doesn’t move. Or I say things that I didn’t mean to say.
Sometimes I get really angry, and I don’t know why. Other times I feel sad for no reason, like I want to cry but I don’t know why I’m crying.
And there’s a voice. Not loud. Just a little voice that says things like, “Don’t talk,” or “We see you.”
I don’t know who it is.

I tried telling a teacher, but she said maybe I’m just tired.
But I’m not tired. I sleep. I eat. But I still feel strange.
Like someone is doing something to me. Not with hands, but from far away.

My chest feels heavy when I walk by the security gate near the playground. And sometimes I forget things I just said.

I don’t want to be here anymore.
If I knew it would be like this, I wouldn’t have come to this school.

Please don’t tell anyone I wrote this. I just wanted to say it to someone.

I don’t like what’s happening.
Please make it stop.

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I can’t talk to anyone at school. Who would believe me? And if I do, I’ll just end up in some hospital labeled unstable. They’ve made sure I stay quiet — through fear, shame, or just knowing how this place works. One time I tried to explain to a teacher why I couldn’t concentrate. She told me to drink more water. That’s when I realized no one here can help. My body jerks without reason. My chest tightens randomly during class. I forget simple words. My friends think I’m just anxious. But this isn’t anxiety — this is someone doing something to me, from afar.

I used to be proud I was accepted into SEK. Now I feel tricked.

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