Title: Me and my Shadow
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Warnings: See Chapter One
Note: (*shock* *gasp*) I actually got a free moment to update!
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Shout Outs:
The Lankey Yankee: I 3 Weird. ^__^
B: *nods* I killed Bumlets (sorry Bums) but he just really fit the theme at the moment. And the narrator will be revealed! You won't be able to find out what the creepy shadow thingy is until cha-- well, you'll just hafta read and find out. ^__^
Keza: *is guilty of pulling one of my usual stunts* But it wasn't a couple of months at least this time! It was just one month ^_^''
I know I got one other review 'cause I got it in my email but it's not showing up here. I think it might of been from Twitch..... or I could be totally wrong. Whomever it was, erm.... I don't really remember what you said exactly but I know the word 'update' was in there, so here ya go.
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Chapter Two: Un-Happy Junkie
February 5th 2004:
You know those junkies you see on the street as a kid and you're glad you're not them? Those dirty vagabonds that crawl along the grounds of the city begging and groveling.
You say to yourself you'll never be like that as you take your first hit off of the joint passed to you at a party. You won't beg on the corner for spare change. You won't mug an old man walking his dog in Central Park. You won't become a junkie.
Those junkies always looking over their shoulders. Always talking to themselves. Scared. Paranoid.
maybe they've got Shadows of their own. Shadows stalking their every step, waiting and creeping in the dark. Waiting. Just waiting for their junkie to let down their guard, take one step too close to the shadows of the buildings. Too close to the Shadows. So close to the shadows that they're gone. Gone with the Shadows.
Maybe everyone has their own Shadows. Maybe everyone does only they don't know. They don't know because they're too busy with their hectic lives of work and school and kids and marriage too see. Too busy to see the creepy Shadows lurking in the dark for them.
I think they prey on the weaker. The mentally unstable who are pumped full of pills and labeled 'crazy' because they're afraid of the Shadows in the dark.
The poor and hungry who are dying in the streets give themselves over to their Shadows. They do because whatever the Shadow has in store has to be better than the way they're living now.
The drug addicts who convince themselves that what they saw was nothing more than a hallucination. A bad trip. That's all. We're the easy prey as we stumble into alleys and fall asleep behind dumpsters with needles in our arms. We're chocked up as drug overdoses - that's what they say Bumlets died of. Only I know different.
I know because I was there when Bumlets died. I know because I smelled the tobacco smell of the shadow. I saw his gleaming green eyes and heard his laugh like autumn leaves rustling.
I know. I know and my Shadow knows I know and that's why he's been on my heels hotter than ever. That's why I was able to see him face to face tonight.
My Shadow stepped out of the shadows and I saw him for what he was. Saw his wicked eyes. Smelled his gut-wrenching scent. Heard his wheezy breathing. Heard my name. Heard him say my name. Clear as day I heard him say my name.
"Dutchy."
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Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Warnings: See Chapter One
Note: (*shock* *gasp*) I actually got a free moment to update!
* * *
Shout Outs:
The Lankey Yankee: I 3 Weird. ^__^
B: *nods* I killed Bumlets (sorry Bums) but he just really fit the theme at the moment. And the narrator will be revealed! You won't be able to find out what the creepy shadow thingy is until cha-- well, you'll just hafta read and find out. ^__^
Keza: *is guilty of pulling one of my usual stunts* But it wasn't a couple of months at least this time! It was just one month ^_^''
I know I got one other review 'cause I got it in my email but it's not showing up here. I think it might of been from Twitch..... or I could be totally wrong. Whomever it was, erm.... I don't really remember what you said exactly but I know the word 'update' was in there, so here ya go.
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Chapter Two: Un-Happy Junkie
February 5th 2004:
You know those junkies you see on the street as a kid and you're glad you're not them? Those dirty vagabonds that crawl along the grounds of the city begging and groveling.
You say to yourself you'll never be like that as you take your first hit off of the joint passed to you at a party. You won't beg on the corner for spare change. You won't mug an old man walking his dog in Central Park. You won't become a junkie.
Those junkies always looking over their shoulders. Always talking to themselves. Scared. Paranoid.
maybe they've got Shadows of their own. Shadows stalking their every step, waiting and creeping in the dark. Waiting. Just waiting for their junkie to let down their guard, take one step too close to the shadows of the buildings. Too close to the Shadows. So close to the shadows that they're gone. Gone with the Shadows.
Maybe everyone has their own Shadows. Maybe everyone does only they don't know. They don't know because they're too busy with their hectic lives of work and school and kids and marriage too see. Too busy to see the creepy Shadows lurking in the dark for them.
I think they prey on the weaker. The mentally unstable who are pumped full of pills and labeled 'crazy' because they're afraid of the Shadows in the dark.
The poor and hungry who are dying in the streets give themselves over to their Shadows. They do because whatever the Shadow has in store has to be better than the way they're living now.
The drug addicts who convince themselves that what they saw was nothing more than a hallucination. A bad trip. That's all. We're the easy prey as we stumble into alleys and fall asleep behind dumpsters with needles in our arms. We're chocked up as drug overdoses - that's what they say Bumlets died of. Only I know different.
I know because I was there when Bumlets died. I know because I smelled the tobacco smell of the shadow. I saw his gleaming green eyes and heard his laugh like autumn leaves rustling.
I know. I know and my Shadow knows I know and that's why he's been on my heels hotter than ever. That's why I was able to see him face to face tonight.
My Shadow stepped out of the shadows and I saw him for what he was. Saw his wicked eyes. Smelled his gut-wrenching scent. Heard his wheezy breathing. Heard my name. Heard him say my name. Clear as day I heard him say my name.
"Dutchy."
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