short stories

ˢ̌ʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ̌

it was silent, almost a deafening night. not a single soul outside.. well except one. the young boy from a memory of mine was there. he sat on the dirt, not caring about his trousers. his dull, brown eyes were filled with a cold emptiness.
the boy jolted, feeling shock when the silence was broken with a snap of a twig behind him. as he looked back, every hair on his body stood on end with weary. his eyes dashed a few times from side to side, starring to feel uncomfortable in the once again silent night.
i remember how quick he had gotten on his feet, dropping the small compass that he held on his person. it seemed almost surreal. the boy left the outside world, heading inside too scared to look back.
the feeling of his fear still resides in me. i know what he was afraid of that night. i know that he wished deeply that his former days were a nightmare. i know everything of the boy. go on, ask a question if you'd like. just one thing though, im not the young boy. never had been.
im simply just.. a nobody.
ive seen everything in this world. the boy may have seen a lot at a young age but it was some of the things that one his age shouldn't ever see. would you like to know?
you probably wouldn't want to if you really knew anything. some things are many to stay in the shadows for people.
the shadows of the boy are the things that actually made him what he is today. no no, he's not someone great. he had become the same thing he was trying to hide from that night. he hasn't moved his living space but he has watched everything around him, similar to me really.
...would you actually like to know his shadows?