The Shadow Side
Author's Note: This is a rather dark entry.
My shadow's name is Raven. Raven sees herself and thinks, "I am so fat." Raven sees who casts her on the pavement and thinks, "That is one gorgeous girl." Deep inside, Raven knows she is beautiful.
Hurt. I'm hurt, and I am scared. No one in the world knows what it's like to be me, and they are lucky. Watching from behind, feeling so lonely. Stabbed in the back, stabbed in the gut. Stabbed in the heart. My broken heart is crying, wishing the knife would stop twisting. With every sobbed plea, the knife twists a little farther, presses in a little deeper. I would fight back, but the knife has me. I am pinned, weeping on the bathroom floor.
I stand up and brush myself off. Life continues. I feel sunshine radiate off the asphalt, but I have never seen the sun. That gorgeous girl is always blocking it. The sun cannot be where I am. We cannot coexist. I would disappear if the sun ever saw me. The sun would wither and extinguish if I ever touched it. Darkness cannot see light.
I am suppressed by my puppeteer. She rarely lets anyone see me. Her mom told her, "Trust no one." She will live and die by this.
When she dies, I will not. I will be left behind. Light will shine on the open casket, and I will exist beyond light's reach. As soon as the casket is closed, I will be allowed to grow and stretch, guarding my master's remains until she returns for them.
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