Edward
He was still standing there. I shut my eyes and prayed that his long shadow, creeping into the hallway would be gone when I reopened my eyes
Please God, Allah, whoever…
No such luck.
"Mam…" I hated the way that my voice shook, and the way her face crumpled from the disappointment as her back shrugged even further into her seat. She seemed so defeated. I did this to her. I aged her far beyond her years.
My mother had once been the perfect doctor's wife; beautiful, intelligent, and compassionate. She was now a shell of her former being.
From her chair by the window in our small semi detached home I saw her slowly turn to look up at me. The chair creaked as she adjusted her weight to pull her full height. Her once vivid green eyes, now filmy turned on me.
"Is he still there?"
She knew exactly what I was seeing.
I looked over, he was still there, smirking.
"Yes." The sound I made was so pathetic, more a whimper than an answer. We had thought he was going away.
She extended her neck, slowly uncoiling the wrinkles and turned to look around the room.
"Edward", her voice hoarse with age "he's not there."
He is the voice inside my head insisted as I stared at the form in front of me.
"I am." The dark voice said in nothing more than a whisper.