Title: Me and my Shadow written by Polecat
Disclaimer: I do not now, have ever or will ever own any part of Newsies, the movie or the characters.
Warning: Rated for slash, sexual references, drug use, death and language.
Note: Hey, I'm back!
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Chapter One: Me and my Shadow
February 2nd 2004:
It's been following me for days now. Or, at lease it was just a few days ago when I first really noticed it. Maybe it's been following me for weeks now, could even be months. I dunno, I'm usually too fucked up to take notice to shit like this. I call it my shadow, but I don't really know what it is.
It won't comes out of the shadows for me to see it clearly, all I can see are those blazing seafoam green eyes staring at me. It never comes any closer than six feet, or maybe that's because I refuse to go any closer to the shadows than that. I can always hear it breathing, a wheezy-whistling sound like an old man makes. I smell it too, it smells like cigars and fresh tobacco. It gives me a bad feeling, whatever it is. It's evil. Sinister. It's been following me for I don't know how long, and it scares the shit outta me.
I remember the first time I saw it. The first time I really took notice of it. Of course I didn't realize it then, not until a few days ago when I really noticed how much it was following me that I remembered when I first saw it. It was back in October, the night before Halloween. It was cold as a bitch, but it wasn't like we really noticed it. 'We' being my best friend and me. We were half drunk and totally too fucking high to care. We had just sat down on the fire escaped outside his shitty little rat hole apartment when I first smelled it. Cigars. I've always hated the way they smelled, it makes my stomach curl. I turned to my friend to tell him to put out the cigar I thought he had just lit up to find him sprawled out on his back convulsing. I froze. I couldn't breath. I couldn't think. I couldn't even move. I was shocked and scared stiff. The drugs didn't help in the matter either.
When the order to move finally hit my brain I scooped him up in my lap, smacking him in the face trying to get him to wake up. His dark eyes were rolled in his head and his eye lids were fluttering madly. I yelled his name over and over again. "Bumlets! Bumlets!" I told him it was okay, that he was gonna be okay. I told him he was just having a bad trip, to just relax, calm down and he'd get through it. That's when the cigar smell got really strong. I looked around for whoever was smoking it so I could tell them to call 911. I saw my Shadow then. Lingering in the shadow of the building across from us it's seafoam green eyes glowing in the darkness.
I think it came for Bumlets that night. Or maybe Bumlets' own Shadow came for him and mine was just waiting for me. Whatever the case, Bumlets died and my Shadow has been following me ever since.
Why am I telling you this? Why am I keeping a journal like some ten year old girl? Because. Because somebody has gotta know what happen to me. Somebody has gotta know what happen with me and my Shadow.
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Narrator will be revealed in the next chapter (most likely).
Now, feed my obsession and click that little review button!
Disclaimer: I do not now, have ever or will ever own any part of Newsies, the movie or the characters.
Warning: Rated for slash, sexual references, drug use, death and language.
Note: Hey, I'm back!
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Chapter One: Me and my Shadow
February 2nd 2004:
It's been following me for days now. Or, at lease it was just a few days ago when I first really noticed it. Maybe it's been following me for weeks now, could even be months. I dunno, I'm usually too fucked up to take notice to shit like this. I call it my shadow, but I don't really know what it is.
It won't comes out of the shadows for me to see it clearly, all I can see are those blazing seafoam green eyes staring at me. It never comes any closer than six feet, or maybe that's because I refuse to go any closer to the shadows than that. I can always hear it breathing, a wheezy-whistling sound like an old man makes. I smell it too, it smells like cigars and fresh tobacco. It gives me a bad feeling, whatever it is. It's evil. Sinister. It's been following me for I don't know how long, and it scares the shit outta me.
I remember the first time I saw it. The first time I really took notice of it. Of course I didn't realize it then, not until a few days ago when I really noticed how much it was following me that I remembered when I first saw it. It was back in October, the night before Halloween. It was cold as a bitch, but it wasn't like we really noticed it. 'We' being my best friend and me. We were half drunk and totally too fucking high to care. We had just sat down on the fire escaped outside his shitty little rat hole apartment when I first smelled it. Cigars. I've always hated the way they smelled, it makes my stomach curl. I turned to my friend to tell him to put out the cigar I thought he had just lit up to find him sprawled out on his back convulsing. I froze. I couldn't breath. I couldn't think. I couldn't even move. I was shocked and scared stiff. The drugs didn't help in the matter either.
When the order to move finally hit my brain I scooped him up in my lap, smacking him in the face trying to get him to wake up. His dark eyes were rolled in his head and his eye lids were fluttering madly. I yelled his name over and over again. "Bumlets! Bumlets!" I told him it was okay, that he was gonna be okay. I told him he was just having a bad trip, to just relax, calm down and he'd get through it. That's when the cigar smell got really strong. I looked around for whoever was smoking it so I could tell them to call 911. I saw my Shadow then. Lingering in the shadow of the building across from us it's seafoam green eyes glowing in the darkness.
I think it came for Bumlets that night. Or maybe Bumlets' own Shadow came for him and mine was just waiting for me. Whatever the case, Bumlets died and my Shadow has been following me ever since.
Why am I telling you this? Why am I keeping a journal like some ten year old girl? Because. Because somebody has gotta know what happen to me. Somebody has gotta know what happen with me and my Shadow.
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Narrator will be revealed in the next chapter (most likely).
Now, feed my obsession and click that little review button!