Chapter 6

 This is a parallel story to the possessive girl's. It happened that I used to sing softly in my apartment, but a neighbor always came to knock on the door and say I was too loud. Which was not true. I decided to only sing during evenings, not past 8 o'clock.

This happened when I lived in the Ghetto, there were Neo-Nazis and some foreigners, refugees and so. The neighbor had two children, a girl and a boy, I think. They were pissed off because of my singing, so maybe they spread a rumor about me being a pedophile in their school. Like cancer, this rumor expanded and went through FB to all parts, at least from Germany and Peru.

I don't know why they would do that, maybe It's all my idea, I used to watch videos from Dross Rotzank talking about the deep web and some videos talked about Daisy's destruction, which is a prohibited video. I never looked it up. 

I remember going to the deep web one time, after that, when I was in Peru. And I remember my laptop crashed, because I visited a website with hardcore porn, which didn't show anything, actually. I believe now, that I have studied programming, that someone made a program with JavaScript to enter my computer and do terrible things.

After that, I notice that my Google account connected devices suffer from a manipulation of some type. I play video games, but I always lose, no matter how hard I try. And that pisses me off. They watch everything I do, night and day, they wake me up in the night, they don't leave me alone. Maybe some day I'll just find them in my house, and I'll pretend it's okay.

They doxxed me, probably, for being in the deep web without computer knowledge. I didn't do or see anything, but they are haunting me after that. Sometimes there are voices of children, sometimes two people, one man and one woman, I am listening to them right now.

Now everyone tries to be apart from me, as I was cursed. Nobody wants to hang out with me, except my old friends. But I have the suspicion that they know something I don't know about this. I cannot trust people, so I will never have a friend or lover again. I am getting fat, because I think I am being poisoned by the water, it looks as if the water is greasy, maybe with oil.

Some people, evil people, wants to hurt me. My father has influences, so he can know who I am coping with, after all he brought me back to Peru. He knows a lot of presidents of my country and politics, he also knows businessmen and even wants to reunite with investors for a huge project. He can win millions by doing this, why does he want this money? Who is he debting to? Maybe I am just too paranoid.

Now when I sing, all I hear is: "He is using head voice", "He is a baritone or a tenor", "He is a martin baritone", "He sings horribly", or things like that. I cannot have a normal life, because I feel someone is persecuting me. Other things I hear, like when I'm in the gym, "He is fat", "He looks bad", "He is not going to make it". 

I try to give it less importance and block my thoughts, so I don't scream at home and my parents take me to the hospital again. I would get an injection to calm me down, but I couldn't sleep, because someone is waking me up. 

Maybe I continue my story, but that's all I reckon for now.

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