There are two voices in my head. The one that is speaking right now is calm, kind, and caring. The other one is full of hate, anger, and violence. That personality hurts people, and the other regrets it all. Because of the dark one, I have left my family, my friends, and my home. I had to, for their protection. I could never live if I hurt one of them. Again. But now their safe, and I endure the solitude. This is my curse. To walk alone, forever, even though I know that no matter how far I run, the shadows of my past will always follow.
They're gone. It awoke when I was 14. Whenever I'm embraced by another, they forget. Not everything, just me. It is as if I never played any part of their lives. So one by one, I lost my parents, my brother, all of my friends, because they wouldn't listen. Or they didn't believe me. I cried and screamed at first, but over the years I've gotten used to it. The empty expression on the faces of those who look at me. But I still know them. There are times when I enjoy it, actually. I like watching people from a distance, guessing about their lives, and knowing that they will live them well. Yes, I envy them, but this is the way it has to be. I can't change it. I will always be a shadow.