Shadow Talking

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Talking to the shadows started out when I was 13 and planing to kill my self. I had been writing a goodbye letter to my family and friends on my bed when a voice asked me what I was writing. I looked around my room to see if one of my brothers where in the room. When I deemed that no one was in with me I went back to writing.

"What are you writing?"

"Who's there?"

"A shadow."

"Tommy, stop fooling around and get out of my room."

"Who's Tommy?"

"TOMMY GET OUT OF MY ROOM." I yelled.

Someone knocked on my bedroom door and my brother Tommy walked into my room.

"Why are you yelling at me to get out of your room? I just came out of the bathroom."

"No you where in my room."

"I was in the bathroom. If you don't believe me you can go smell the bathroom."

"Eww."

"That's what you think." Tommy closed the door and walked away."

"Now do you believe me?" the voice asked.

"let's just say that for the next five minutes I do believe you."

"Alright. So what are you writing?"

"A letter."

"To whom?"

"My family and friends."

"Why?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"It's not like you can tell anyone else." Sighing I put the letter under my pillow and sat on the edge of my bed. 

"Because I'm going to kill my self tomorrow after school."

"Why?"

"Because I have nothing to live for. My friends tolorate me because my dad's famious, my mom only cares about her son and her image. And my one and only brother hates me because I'm always in his way."

"And that's it?"

"No. My teachers hate me because I can't foucuse and I get in fights, the principal is ready to ship me off to another school because I'm always in his office with a complaint about beating up an other student for one thing or another."

"I don't want you to go."

"Why not?"

"Because you are the only one I can talk to. Every one else can't hear me or they bring in a preast to 'get ride of the demon that lives in this room.' But it never works because I'm not a demon and I can't leave this room unless I find someone who can hear and talk to me."

"And that means that since I can do that stuff you can leave now?"

"No."

"Then why can't you?"

"Because I have to be with that person so I can leave."

"Alright? Who or what made that rule up?"

"A man. Well he's dead now but..."

"So you're like my personal ghost?"

"I'm not a ghost."

"Alright, fine. So you're like my separate but personal shadow?"

"Yep. I can help you do almost anything. That is anything that isn't extreamly human."

"Like what?"

"I can help you get payback on everyone who has ever hurt, harmed or made you feel insignificant."

"Really?"

"Ya. I can hurt them, steal thing from them, make them lost or confused. Most of the stuff I can do is emotions."

"But how do I know that you won't do that to me?"

"Because I like you and if anything bad happens to you, it happens to me."

"So if I die, then you die too?"

"No. I'm just locked back in this room until someone else comes along."

"And how long would that take?"

"Depends. For you I've been waiting 50 years. And it's always been when the person has turned 13 when I can talk to them and them to myself."

 

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