Poor Michael, always so sad and miserable :(. He had NO friends, except a little girl who wouldn't leave him alone, and his family was afraid of him. There was one person who he could tolerate, some freaky shadow guy! He got out of bed to find his calendar. Last time he looked at it he taped it to the wall but it must've fallen down by now. Hs looked around for a bit until he found it caked in dust and lying on the floor. Last date he marked it was the fourth of August. He glanced outside and saw leaves on the ground. I doubt it's still August.. He found his phone on a desk, also lying comfortably in a blanket of dust. He walked over to it and turned it on. Lots of missed calls.. most from my brother.. No matter, he'd call him back later. The days had been feeling blurred and there wasn't much difference between them. Somedays he would watch a spider carefully knit a web in the corner of his room, and others he would watch a mouse run across the floor. And SOME days, his shadow friend would pay a visit. He usually came Saturdays, but sometimes forgot. He HAD been forgetting a lot, recently, maybe he was waiting for something.
