And, in this story, Holt is either a monster or a human, depending on what you want to imagine. Jackson, on the other hand, doesn't literally exist.

"Alone With My Shadow" rated T for mental disorders, slight domestic abuse, and suicide; 3 pages long; dark; written on December 10th, 2013 Featuring the song "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day Holt wanders around in the dead of night, talking to himself for quite awhile before finally deciding to end it all. Holt commits suicide – you've been warned.

I walk a lonely road / the only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes / but it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street / on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
When the city sleeps / and I'm the only one and I walk alone

- Green Day

Holt was out on his own, wandering through the streets of New Salem in the middle of the night. He kept to the darkness and the shadows of unlit alleys between buildings.

He let the wind whip through his hair and beat on his face; he let the rain pour down upon him. Nothing really mattered to him at the moment.

Alone.

Holt sighed, his mind filled with conflicting thoughts. He was a loner by nature, being a Hyde. Hydes were always alone. They had no friends and barely had family. Holt knew that his mother only put up with him – she didn't really love him.

That was fine. Holt didn't really love her either.

But, there was that little piece of him that cried out against his natural born tendencies to shirk emotional bonds. That one piece that wanted to reach out and touch.

To love. And to be loved. The one little hopeful dream that existed in his crazed mind.

The one dream that he knew would never come to pass.

"I belong alone," the young Hyde whispered to himself, the cold wind stealing the words away just as soon as they left his lips. "I am what I am, and I was born to live a life with no one else."

And that was fine, really. No emotional baggage to deal with; he could never get hurt, never be betrayed, never have his heart broken.

He passed underneath a street light, gazing at the silhouette of himself that the light cast upon the wall. "It's just you an' me, pal."

Holt paused in front of the wall. The wind slammed him in the face, causing his hair to fly into his eyes, raindrops slapping him and dripping down his face, making it appear as if he'd been crying.

That was actually impossible, though. Hyde's didn't cry.

He raised a weathered and worn hand to the wall, pressing against it lightly, as if to intertwine his fingers between the one's of his shadow.

The Hyde only cared for and loved one person: himself.

"Well, Jackson," he murmured quietly to his shadow, calling his silhouette by a name as if it were another person. "You an' I are on our own. Mom says she's not gonna take care of us anymore, no matter what Dad says. They were fighting over the phone about it for hours! Dad's funny, y'know? He has these things called feelings… and I don't understand them."

The shadow said nothing, but that was alright. Holt wouldn't have listened even if it did speak.

Holt continued walking, searching for a good place to lay his head down for the night. He ignored that strange little voice in his head, crying out to go back home, to climb back into his safe and comfortable bed, to beg for his mother to love him.

Maybe his father would take him in? His parents had split even before he was born, and he knew it was because his mother was a Hyde. Hydes were loners, always, and they didn't care to become emotionally attached to other people. Thus, after staying a few weeks with the man who was Holt's father and becoming pregnant, Holt's mother had simply walked away, not wanting to stay tied down and not caring what her husband thought.

Holt considered the idea of going to his father's house and weaseling a place to live out of the man. A grin grew across his face; taking advantage of the old man would be fun…

… but that nagging little voice told him that it would be wrong, that he'd come to regret it later on.

The Hyde stopped in his tracks, turning to his shadow and scowling at it. "Couldn't you at least be on my side?! Huh?! Would that really kill you?!"
The shadow looked back at him, saying nothing.

Holt sighed and looked away for a moment, absentmindedly reaching up to touch the wall were his shadow's face should have been. "No, I'm not mad at you, Jackson. I could never be mad at you. You're my only friend in the world, y'know?"

He stood in silence for a moment longer, then grinned. "I know just how I should solve my problem! Then I'll never have to deal with any of this weird emotional trash ever again!"

Holt found the tallest building in New Salem. It was the Hotel Transylvania, which was about sixteen stories high and had been built to look like an old castle from the folklore of Europe. Eagerly, he raced in, knowing just what he would do.

A man in the lobby told him that he couldn't explore the hotel without renting a room first. Holt glared at the man and ignored him, heading straight for the elevator.

When a mouthy maid got in his way, he backhanded her, sending her sprawling to the floor.

"I will do what I want to do," the Hyde spat out, climbing aboard the empty elevator car.

He looked over to his shadow on the wall, which was wavering and fading in and out of existence, due to a flickering light in the car. It almost looked at though his shadow was fidgeting nervously.

"Don't worry, Jackson," Holt spoke softly, as if to calm the silhouette. "It won't be long now."

When the elevator went up as far as it could go, Holt got out and climbed the stairs, finally reaching his destination: the roof.

He stood in the rain once again, vaguely aware of the water drops hitting his face and sliding down, caressing his cheekbones. The wind hit him as well, feeling like a punch to the face.

He stood on the edge of the hotel roof, gazing out over the city. All of New Salem was asleep, it seemed, blanketed by the darkness of night.

"This is it, Jackson," he whispered, even though he couldn't see the shadow that he knew was following him. A smile grew across his face, and he jumped.

The End… especially for Holt.

…

Um, I just killed Holt. (O.O`) Sweatdrops.