(Trigger warning)
He follows me.
He keeps close, metal fingertips occasionally grazing my side. No one can see him but me.
I am Haunted.
He quietly holds the door closed when I go to eat. He whispers 'Быстрее' when I am running too many laps. He makes me mutter 'I'm Fine' when ghost-boy or someone asks if I am okay. He watches me beat a punching bag late into the night, smiling at his success. He is happy and I am tired.
I am tired of many things. I am tired of change. I am tired of the whispers as people pass. I am tired of the thoughts late at night. I am tired of the metal of my left arm. I am tired of the sleepless nights. I am tired of pretending. I am tired of me.
It is 23:00. I am standing in front of my bathroom mirror, trying to find scars that I don't remember forming. He stands just behind me, watching me through the glass with his dark eyes.
You ought to have died from that one.
I know. Nobody takes a slug like that to the chest and lives.
Look at you.
What.
It's embarrassing.
I know. Stop telling me this.
I won't. You know that.
Shut up.
Shh. I'm in charge here.
No you're not.
When was the last time you made a choice without my say.
Get out of my head.
This is my head now.
Shut up.
You may be able to speak and move and feel but I am still in control. I still call the shots and I will kill you.
Get out.
I hadn't noticed the fingers of my real hand embedded into the glass. Into his face. A lone drop of blood finds its way to my elbow.
"Get out."
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An Attempt at Sunshine (Winter Soldier) (Marvel)
Fanfiction[I keep seeing ghosts. They whisper and scream and cry and I do not understand. I think I am a ghost too.] My debut fanfic! How exciting! Just a little Marvel for you my dears- have fun! NOTE: PLEASE PLEASE read the dates before each section!!!! Th...
