Paranoid, Much?

Your hands are shaking. The photo that holds your wide eyed stare is being gripped so tightly it feels like it might rip into a thousand pieces any second, and you're the cause. You and your voices. But they're not just voices anymore, are they? Because you can see them, see her- right there in the picture with you. Your head is tilted so far to the side it looks almost inhuman, and she's right there next to you, about to devour your soul in one big gulp.

There's nothing you can do about it.