Witch or vampire?

Alone (almost)

"I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name

like a fool at the top of my lungs.

Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright,

but it's never enough

'cause my echo, echo is the only voice coming back.

My shadow, shadow is the only friend that I have.

I don't wanna be down and

I just wanna feel alive and

get to see your face again, once again.

Just my echo, my shadow,

You're my only friend."

Echo, by Jason Walker

Two months had passed since that fateful afternoon.

Damon was gone, had run from me and from himself. I had been an emotional wreck ever since that day.

Going to work, as if nothing had happened, I buried myself afterwards in my home and dwelled on my memories of those four days I've had with him. During the first three weeks, I used to cry myself to sleep with his shirt in my arms.

After that, it got a little better, but things like sitting in the sun on my rear porch or ordering take-out at the Italian delivery were quite an ordeal.

I threw the delivery menu away, stored the porch furniture away, bought new sheets and rearranged my bedroom completely. It helped only to a limited extent.

And then I found his traveling bag under my bed.

At first, I hesitated to open it, but finally my curiosity got the better of me. Apart from a few clothes, I found a book with a leather binding and a leather strap wrapped around it. It looked like a diary.

After I had looked at it for a while, I put it back into the bag. I didn't want to betray his trust by reading it.

If I only knew that he was okay – I didn't have anything, not even a cell phone number.

John had visited me a couple of times after he'd heard about Damon's disappearance, but I had been able to reassure him that I was doing okay.

Well, considering my physical condition, I was right. I just didn't have much appetite and eating alone was more a chore than a pleasure.

Mentally, I slowly got the feeling that I was losing it. I saw faces or heard voices when there were none. My dreams were disturbing and felt irrationally vivid, but the craziest thing was that sense of clairvoyance.

I had anticipated a crash on the highway right in front of my car - twice already - and had been able to get away unharmed.

And, there had been those times at the bar when I had known that a bottle or a glass would crash to the floor.

I didn't know what to make of it, maybe it was all coincidence, but it was getting spookier by the day.

It was Monday morning, and it was my day off, so I slept long. Strictly speaking, I didn't want to get out of bed.

Tossing and turning, I groaned at the bright sunlight which pierced the gap in my drapes. I really wished for sunglasses. Today would be a hot day again and July's sun already burned down on Baton Rouge. Suddenly, my doorbell rang.

Who the hell...? I thought and got up to get dressed. The bell rang again.

"Hold it, I'm coming," I yelled and ran downstairs.