The Shadows

Someone new.

Everyone has their demons, right? It's a normal thing to have. You make them and you talk to them. Normal. That's not how it went for us though, of course not.
She was a simple girl. She always looked on the positive side of things. But she had demons, well a demon. Me. But, she didn't make me. No, she didn't even know I existed.
I came to be after a series of events. When she for called ugly, a part of me formed. When she was bullied and hurt, I formed more. When she and her friend were stalked, I had finished forming. I was real.
Not that she could ever see me. Most demons are made by their host. They don't make themselves like I did. But then, they aren't like me. I'm not depression, or anxiety, though she suffers with those too. I am everything that could have gone wrong in her life. Whenever something bad could have happened to her, it happened to me. I am her inverse. Her shadow.
She chose not to see the world so she couldn't see the evil within it. I gouged my eyes out because I had already seen the evil of this world.
She has nice parents, mine are abusive. She has friends. I have attackers. She gets to look in the mirror. I get to stare back at her and know she can't see me. She gets to feel pain and emotion, I get to feel nothing. Just goes to show me that I don't even exist. And that drove me insane. Until I snapped...

I snapped...

I grip the fabric of my black shirt tight, intertwining it with my fingers. I'm here. In the real world. I'm real. But I'm wrong. I have no eyes, yet I can see. I feel no pain. I don't need to eat, to breathe, but I do it anyway. To feel alive. Even though I'm technically not. I'm not in a mirror anymore.
I tease my fingers through my fringe, pushing it to the right side of my face and admiring the vibrant purple colour of it. Scratching the back of my shaved head, I get off of my bed and head downstairs. It's quiet. Guess my parents must have left already. Good, means no screaming matches or beatings. Not that I ever feel them. Though, sometimes I wish I did.
I fiddle idly with my bracelet in my left wrist as I track into the kitchen and whip up some cereal. As I eat it, I ponder what it might taste like. I wish I could taste. She's never eaten this cereal either, so I guess I'll never know. I quickly Polish off my cereal and clean the bowl to avoid another row, before heading into the living room.
I need to get away today, need to head out to clear my head. To not be a total introvert I guess. I think I remember dad scoffing about his new bar down the road 'for freaks'. I could go there. Not like I can get drunk anyway. And it's fun to watch drunk people even if I'm alone.
I decide quickly that I'll go. Not like life can get worse. I head to my room and slip on my sneakers before bounding down the stairs and out the door.
I lock the front door behind me and set off towards the bat at a brisk pace. It's about seven in the evening and since its winter, that means everything's dark as shit. I shiver slightly in the cold, the one thing I seem to feel. Makes sense I guess. Why would I be allowed to ever be warm. I sigh and watch as my breath floats through the breeze gently. It makes me smile slightly.
I can see the bright ass bar coming up now, and I already regret coming. It's looks loud and I can see a drunk couple practically fucking outside it. Yay. This was a horrible idea. It's better than home, I tell myself as I push my way inside.
Inside it smells of whiskey and I can see at least ten drunk people already. There is a single disco ball on the dance floor shining a bright rainbow over the whole bar and several people attempt to dance under it, weaving in and out of the colours.
I go and stand by the nearest wall, adjacent to the dance floor and lean up against it. Why did I come here again? Regret.
I stare at the dance floor for a while, just watching the drunk people attempting to dance.
I am seriously considering leaving when I here a low voice next to me. "Hey." I spin around on the balls of my feet and instantly confront the person who scared me. "What the fuck is wrong with you. You scared me-" I cut myself off as I have to look up to see the persons face, not unusual since I'm four foot eleven. But something strikes me speechless.

That's when I got to meet her.