That night I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. It's something I generally never do, but that day was an exception.My nerves were completely frazzled; I'd spent the entire day with the feeling I was being watched. On the way to school I caught a vaguely familiar girl with green eyes staring at me. Our gazes met and she started, tucked a curl of red hair under her cap and hurried off. Halfway through maths, whilst I was christening my new book with a doodle in the margin, I felt the back of my neck grow prickly. I looked out of the window in time to see a sandy-haired boy running off. At lunch, I glimpsed a bulky figure on the roof of the school; it was just a glimpse, and of course, when I looked properly, it was gone. Then all the way home I could've sworn there was someone following me. Obviously there was nothing when I looked, because inexplicable phenomenon is funny like that.
     After doing a full 360 to look for my invisible stalker, Jono asked me what the Hell I was doing. I turned my pale, desperate face to him, felt my eye twitch, and was perfectly aware I looked insane.
"I swear to god," I whispered, "There's someone following me!" Jono's eyebrows met his strawberry blonde hair.
"Did you sniff something in science today?" I gave him a filthy look. Jono grinned. "You're just being paranoid. Give it a rest, you sound crazy." I narrowed my eyes at him, but conceeded he had a point. I was acting a little crazy. I sighed and ran a hand thoughtfully through my hair.
"I've been seeing things all day." Jono looked at me from the corner of his eye.
"What, like, shadows?"
"No, like real people." We walked in silence for a moment. "I keep getting the feeling i'm being watched."
"Hearing voices, too?"
"Yep."
"Really?"
"NO!" I threw my hands up in a gesture of exasperation. "You're such a mongol, Jono." His face fell into a look of feigned offence.
"Shuddup, bitch!"
"MANCRUSH!" Jono gave me such a look of hatred that I had to laugh.
     The feeling of being watched persisted all evening, even as I was putting on my PJs. I had been so edgy all day, I was knackered. And so, as I said before (That was quite a while ago, actually. I can't half waffle, can I?), the minute my head hit my pillows I was out like a light.
     My sleep wasn't entirely restful, though. The edgy feeling I'd had all day permeated my sleep, fueling paranoid dreams of a corrupt Government watching my every move (wait - that bit might not have actually been a dream), of tall figures in fedora hats and high collared coats, flinty eyes glowing from shadowy faces. CCTV cameras bristled on shop walls, keen eyed robot spiders watching the slow, juicy flies of humanity and waiting for their chance. I edged through the shadows, feeling like a convict, my heart skipping a beat every time a car went passed, expecting assassins at every turn. The city was full of people who'd just as soon stab you in the face as look at you (I'm not entirely sure this was a dream any more), and as I passed a dark alley someone grabbed me and hauled me into the darkness, and I screamed and they covered my mouth, and instead of waking up I found myself drifting finally, gratefully into a deeper sleep.
     Or I was, untill I heard someone whispering my name.