#parnoia

It sounds like a record being played over and over again, it sounds like a trick of some sort.

 A flicker in the corner of her vision. Every shadow seemed to be worse enemy. The dimly lit street relentlessly terrorizing her as the paranoia set in. Chills ran across her spine. The shadow of the Alley way approaching as she stood as far to the left of it as the footpath allowed. The whiz of the traffic brushing against her. Her heels clacked as she approached her house. Quickly unlocking the door as fast as she could. Relaxing the minute she was inside shaking off the feeling if fear as she settled on the couch. Telling herself she was being silly. The shadows of her house more welcoming then the unknown territory from behind her door.

Lucas Till in the movie Paranoia.

Walking through the crowed streets I clutched my satchel with tendons tight and braced for a sudden flight to an unknown sanctuary.  I constantly scanned the faces of the people while the horrible feeling of insignificance grew in the pit of my stomach. Dwarfed by the stolid metal buildings with their tinted unblinking windows, I painfully pick the safest way through the welter of vendors at every intersection. The rasping quibble of foreboding beeps and squawks attack my nerves in a tedious manner. The only resolve I have is the knowledge that the sooner the job is done, the sooner the malevolent garden of steel and trash could be left behind.