I sat there bored. Fumbling with my pen, I glanced slowly up at the shadow that I had just noticed above me. Tom sat in his chair looking straight into my eyes. “Stay on task.” he said almost casually. I looked out the window, and at the bright stars which lit the winter sky. Tom then said in a slightly harsher tone “Do. Your. Work. ” This time his voice had a strange ring to it that seemed to draw me to the glowing screen with a word document on it. The glow of the screen seemed to hurt my eyes.

I began to focus and my eyes began to adjust to the screen. It started to look familiar. I put down the pen and my hands returned to the keyboard. I couldn’t.“Stick on task!?” He blurted out as if he was asking a question. This time he didn’t use a different tone. He didn’t even open his mouth. I had to do something but what! I bolted “Claire, Claire!” Tom said, now standing up. He looked a lot Less relaxed now. I was sprinting for the door. It was getting closer, but slowly, too slowly. I arrived at the door, my body new what to do. I had done this so many times before. As I ran down the corridor Tom shouted “Are you sure you want to do this, remember the others.”

I reached the train station. I was panting hard, I then sat down. “Claire, come back, we can stop this together.” He sounded weary. Although I heard his voice crystal clear I couldn’t see him. My heart started beating faster and faster.

I tried to be normal, like everyone else, I walked to the food dispenser, he can’t harass me here? “I wouldn’t advise that.”  He said almost chuckling to himself. “Shut up” I blurted out I reach into the tray and pull out my kit kat chunky. I looked around but he wasn’t there. I hated him, I hate him with a passion, I hated his telekinesis power that got him the job. I could imagine him siting in his chair now, looking at the night sky or staring mindlessly into my distracted eyes. I was surprised by this but it had that same feeling, that shocks within you, you feel it deep in your belly, the type of feeling that makes you want to throw up. I felt like a bird in a cage.

Four hours later. I stared into the ceiling on my bed, I couldn’t sleep. It was hard to try and sleep when you knew you where being watched when you had no control over it. I was thinking about my privacy ever since, it made me feel uncomfortable. Just thinking about him staring at me, waiting for me to give him something.

“Tom can you see me?”I thought. While awaiting a response I though if he can see me then he may have seen me at home before. I thought what stops him from doing this when he wants, has he ever done this before? Does he know my bank account numbers. How much have I let him see. How much, does he know, my birthday, he probably know everyone’s Birthday? He probably has seen me naked? He probably seen all of us naked! What hasn’t he seen is the real question. Is he able to look at our true thoughts? I hope not.

All I can do is bloody hope.