Growing Up, Growing Colder

I feel stiff and stuck and frozen. The only movement I have that shows any sign of life is blinking my emotionless eyes as they stare into the distance secretly watching the hell in my mind replay itself over and over. If the eyes are the windows to the soul today my eyes are deep dark chasms filled with even darker fears of what lies beneath. I am trying to exist in a world I helped create and now have no control over. I feel completely alone, but I am not. Just off in the distance I can hear something breathing...watching. Something trying to hunt me. Something that will scare me, hurt me, and leave me maimed and broken...if I survive at all.