Behind Shattered Glass By Karma Morse

If we cannot face our demons...can they face us?

I am a normal kid, or at least I believe I am. I am different from everyone else..but at the same time I am just like everyone else. I was thrown into an asylum when I was little. This was because my mother and father did not like my friend.

He always liked to follow me around everywhere and at night he would watch over me in my sleep. At first they enjoyed my friend being there, they said he was not really a real person but an imaginary friend, I did not believe them. He could do everything any normal person could do. One day i got into an accident. After that...he began to change....After mom and dad asked me to draw him several times after my nightmares wouldn't stop, they sent me to the asylum.....

So here I am..me and my friend,walking into the asylum for the first time, its peaceful here....until I see the others in the building. They all have friends following them......But they do not look like mine. No, they are much scarier then mine. And I do not think they like me!