The shadows

Gone

I dried my tears away. If they were here, i couldn't let them see me at my weakest.

Because Ben was gone. The shadows had taken him, the last night i saw him was when i saw the lurking shadow that had crawled into the night. And that night, i swore i would never give up for him. i would rebel my best, i would try and control them. It may cost me my life, but i convinced myself i am stronger than them.

I have been seeing them lately. They don't seem to talk much. They seem to hiss more than actually say words.

Let me explain what exactly The Shadows are:

They are a form of darkness. They actually originated from statues. The people who they steal energy from have to have a dark and twisted minds- then they basically eat their soul and transform the shell (body) into a lifeless statue.

But they stole my brother for a reason. Me.

They say i have "the sense". And that is basically the only English they ever say.  Well, they also seem to say "Ben" a lot. But i also know the reason for that as well, it's black mail.

And the reason to ALL of that is my "sense".

And now let me explain what my sense is ;

"the sense" is my curse. It is supposed to bring light, but the shadows have deformed it, to be the giver of dark. That is me. I am supposed to be one of the most power full beings. And there is my opposite. He is somewhere out in the world. HE has to be born at exactly the same time as me. We are basically yin and yang. 

He is my soul mate. But the shadows will do anything in their power to stop me meeting him.  because once we have met, i will know. Light and Dark together makes life and death. And we can control that. He controls light, life, happiness and can feel good emotions. I can control dark, death, and can feel pain.

And if you were wondering why don't i use my powers against the shadows is because i don't know how. They wont let me know. My life is a mystery to me. I am the prisoner, they are the captors.

 

I heard a piecing shriek from downstairs. I jumped up off of my blue covers of my bed and ran  to the door. I threw open my bedroom door, sped down the steps, maneuvering my feet a quickly as possible  down the staircase, care full not to trip up. I screamed through the hall and flew open the wooden front door.

And there was my foster father proposing to my foster mum.

I sighed, exhausted from the sudden outburst of energy that had got me here.

The child agency had removed me from my old home.

I used to wait by the front door waiting  in the cold rain of the winter nights for Ben to return, but he never came to hug me and tell me to go indoors to make me a warm coco . Most nights i had cried myself to sleep on the doorstep.

I had actually tried to talk to The shadows, it ended up as pleading. But they never gave him back.

A single tear rolled down my cheek, but i wiped it away almost immediately. I kept repeating I am stronger than this, i am stronger than this, i am stronger than this. Ben wouln't want me to cry, he wouldn't want me to cry. i am stronger than this.

Bags flew everywhere and my foster mum (Lucy) screamed yes. I put on my best smile and bent down to pick up the shopping bags. I walked back through the house to the kitchen, leaving Lucy and Dave ( my foster dad) behind on the porch and started to put away the shopping.

As i was placing the milk into the fridge when i saw something move behind me. I span around and searched the kitchen for any sign of Lucy and Dave, but they were still on the porch hugging.

I narrowed my eyes and began to investigate the hall, milk still in my hand. Everything was fine, no moving object, no fallen pictures... i froze.

There they were again.

The shadows.