Shadow

The sharp snaps of weak twigs accompanies me along my trek to the cabin, guilt drags my body lower and lower as I get closer to the small wooden house. Green shrubbery and trees are home to small animals and birds that play as I walk past.
The moons was bright in the dark night sky with few stars to shine with.
"I can't do this," I whisper as the glow of the old cabin's orange light gets closer and closer with each step I take.
"But you will, April,"Shadows whispers, cold breath lands on my neck. He's always around. Living in my mind, he knows my darkest thoughts and my deepest fears.
He's been around ever since my mother passed, I don't know we're he came from but he's always waiting in the dark and hiding in small openings. Always watching. Always listening.
I've never seen any more of 'shadow' then a glimpse of his back or side as he creeped away.

"Why" I inquire as I stop walking, only being fifty meters from the house, camouflaged in the surrounding bushes, cold mud and the harsh August night sky.
"Don't question me, April Minors." He commands "you know the consequences, you know them all too well," shadow plays a sick and twisted game, you either play by his rules/do-what-ever-he-says or someone you love is hurt, major or slightly, that decision is up to him.
His words bring a small boy into my mind, my brother. Zach, Who passed away 2 years ago when he was 7. Shadow blames me because I didn't do as he said, which was to turn on the oven before I left for school, I would never do that.
Slowly I watch as the lights in a bedroom at the back of the house turns dark, this is my chance. I run to the window and pull at the glass, the squeaky glass slides up, screaming for attention against the wooden rim.
The dark room was filled with wooden furniture that gave the room a rustic and cosy feel, my legs thread through the window and land on a harsh red rug that spread from one side of the room to the other with an abstract design featuring small hints of grey and purple.
Foots steps thudded against the ground as I heard the two teenage girls walk around.

"Why are you making me do this?" I inquire, the guilt of what I'm about to do is heavy and thick, dragging me lower.
"Just remember everything they've done to you," his breathy words are quiet and land on my ear in a small whisper.

I remember when I was younger being made fun of because of the death of my mother, calling me a freak and telling people I did it. Long story short, I didn't. My feet lightly step towards the door, a knife waits for me on a short wooden table by the door. My hands grip around the black handle and hold it behind my back.
My other hand grabs the black knob of the wooden brown door and eases it open, I feel my heart rate quicken and my palms begin to sweat, my feet leave a trail of footprints of mud.
I hear the murmurs of the girls conversations, it sounds like chanting.
The hall way is dark with my arms stretched, trying to avoid bumping into anything.

The end of the hall is dark, why?, I don't know.
"Murderer, in the dark" I heard Avery chant as she blindly walked with her eyes squinted shut. 'How ironic', is my only thought. Winters girlish giggle fills the room as she tip toed around avoiding Avery's long arms. I walk in the room, a plush couch and an ancient TV is the only furniture apart from a bookcase filled with books that hasn't been touched in years. I approached the girls, confusion crosses their face, questions like 'why are you here' and 'what are you doing' fill the room, but I feel numb, no sorrow or guilt just..... nothing.

After a few gruesome moments of fear, the emotions come flooding back as the girls lie on the ground, surrounded by a crimson red.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" escapes my mouth.
Shadow manifested in front of me, a tall sleek silhouette with 2 long thin ears with a sharp point emerging from the top of his head, shadows danced across his other wise dark, sharp face. The sinister grin on his face grew larger, he wore dark clothes with a long cane in his hands, but stood with the posture of a young soldier.

"Congratulations sweetheart," he smirked staring at the blood soaked girls on the floor.
"You really are crazy, aren't you?" I screamed, my hands dropping the blade and fumbling to my head, gripping my face and hair as I dropped to my knees, wide eyed with guilt and gravity pulling me down.
"Took you this long to notice, sweetheart, but I'm from your mind," His words sickened me as his sinister smile turned into a grim look of seriousness.

Blue and red lights flood the room as police cars pull up outside.
"Now you're my toy, to torment for the rest of your sentence," his words are sickeningly true, in a cold jail cell he can torment me forever as I rot away.