When the shadows are seen....

That cold dark day

The rest of the day I was talking to George and my dad.my dad was proud at me for fighting on my own but I'm grounded for letting a boy In the house besides him or George.i laughed at this it was a stupid punishment,but I knew my dad was caring for me.I stare at dad,his eyes are tired probably because of his long hours at work.he believes me when I mention Lia and Logan,he knows that they are real I don't know how but he does I mean he can't see them.I nodded to about everything he said,after the long talk I could never talk to Jason again.I drearily yawned a soft yawn,and dad finally sent George home and me too bed.i surprisingly lay wide awake in my bed staring at my window.I decided to do what my mom told me to do when I couldn't sleep.pray.
I did a small prayer,then my eyes grew heavy and soon happily greeted sleep.no dreams,as usual.i woke sometime the next day,only to stare at my clock to see it was 1:30. I was curious on why I couldn't go back to sleep but I couldn't get comfortable enough to get tired and can only pray once a night.the reason for that is my mom said God would think I was selfish if I prayed to often and he would stop listening to me if i did so.i sighed and stood up,I saw a faint figure in the corner of the room,ignored it and grabbed my flashlight.i sat at my vanity and glared into it,my eyes had bags and where deadly red I could tell the figure was getting closer by the look in the mirror.i looked back and it wasn't there,I turned back to the mirror in shock,it. Was. Right. Behind. Me. I jumped and looked back to see it there staring at me grinning.i grabbed my head,hurt like hell.i fell to the ground and screamed as it whispered things like "you have yourself to blame""this is all your fault""do you want to die yet"I stood up,still grasping my head I glared at the thing and got all my guts to run to the door.i ran downstairs and it followed me wherever I went.i ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife and turned back to see it almost grabbed me saying "that's right kill yourself".i jumped back and aggressively ran towards it,knife ready to stab.its eyes got big like it wasn't expecting me to do this.the thing scratched me across the chest and I wailed in pain.i knew dad was at work by now,so yet again I was dealing with this on my own.i fell from the impact and stood back up crying,still pissed.my chest was now bleeding and the floor is soaked with my blood.i dodge the second attack and run towards the thing.this time successfully stabbing its eye.it cried in pain as it was stuck to my knife.i took huge breaths I just stabbed someone and it kinda felt g-good.i laughed a bit at my newfound hobby.i pushed the creature off my knife as I looked at it with sad eyes as I noticed who it was.i may be insane but it looked like........me?
I stepped back and my hands flew to my eye as it pained like I got stabbed.no no no that can't be me!
As I screamed out things I wouldn't normally say I grabbed my head and spun in a circle for some odd reason,I fell to my knees crying.my eye really hurt.i took my hands away and the left hand was soaked with blood.i yelped and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror.sure enough my eye was bleeding pretty badly.after this I must have fainted of blood loss or something.