Shadow

Chapter 2

With the sun giving warmth and laughter filling the air, around Mark appeared to be filled with smiles and happiness. People passed him with large grins, clearly having a wonderful day. But once they meet him eye to eye, they glared, while some gave him a grim expression.

Mark shot them a glare back.

"When will they ever stop with their idiotic stares?" The shadow sighed, frustrated.

"When will you shut up?" Mark asked, getting slightly irritated by it's voice.

"I will never shut up," It answered, amusement clear in it's voice.

Highschool for him was awful, as always. Paper was thrown at him, along with ripped shoes and leaking pens. Students whispered, laughed, shoved and kicked him everywhere he went, not caring whether he was hurt or not. Teachers watched, smiling widely, almost wickedly.

But the worst thing that happened to him everyday was the beatings every morning before school started.

I want to kill them, Mark thought to himself, smiling with pure evilness.

Before he could imagine wonderful ways to kill them, he tripped over a black cat that passed, snapping him out of his dark thoughts.

"Kill the cat!" The shadow yelled.

"No!" Mark yelled back, wishing to punch the irrigating shadow over and over, until it is dead.

"I'll love to see you try, again," It chuckled.

"Whatever," He muttered.

It was exactly nine years ago when the shadow had appeared, at the age of seven. Mark was terrified of it at first, but after a year and a bit, he had gotten use to it's presence.

But the one thing he hated about the shadow was what it wanted him to do, which was to kill everyone around him.

Before it had appeared, Mark slightly remembered his past with his parents and...Jessie.

Mark shook his head, not wanting to think about her and what he had done.

He remembered the smiles on his parents faces, staring down at him. It wasn't the hatred stares they gave him now, it was full of pure happiness. Everyone around him never had given him the stares he is given now, only giving him a friendly smile as they came and went.

But ever since the shadow appeared that night, everything changed.

"Are we even there yet?" The shadow asked with a whine.

"No!" Mark shouted, grabbing a few people's attention.

"We've been walking forever!" It groaned.

"That's because we are going to pick up Kayla and Jamie," Mark said, walking into a different street in the small town he had once called home, but now it felt like nothing to him.

Kayla and Jamie was his five year old siblings, who were the only ones he knew that never looked at him how everyone else did. It confused him, but he still loved them both equally.

Everytime they smiled, he smiled because seeing them happy showed him that they were okay, and alive. But deep down he felt broken and shattered into a million unfixable pieces, no matter how large he smiled or how loud he laughed.

"Why?"

"Because Mum said so!"

The shadow only grumbled for a response.

Mark continued to walk with a slow pace, walking past people who, of course, gave him stares and glares.

Why do I have to put up with this? Mark asked himself, even though it was easily directed to the shadow itself. Of all the people in this world, why me?