The Shadow Boy -- chapter fourPOV switch:: Chassidy's perspective -- first person
I had hurried home from the park earlier. It was true that I had to get up early the next morning. I planned on cleaning my apartment out. It got so dirty so quickly. Everything I owned was a great collector of dust. I changed out of my day clothes as soon as I got home. A memory of a familiar face burned in the back of my mind as I slipped off my socks. It was his. I still had feelings for him. It had been about two years and seven months since the accident. I tossed a sock across the room. I felt accountable for what had happened. I got mad at him and locked him out that night. I threw my last sock at the wall in frustration. It was a hit-and-run. Now he was in a coma because of me. The doctor's said there was an eighty-five percent chance he'd never awake. Jude had been there when I was down in the dumps. He was very understanding and consoling. I stripped off everything else. I felt another being's presence but disregarded it. I p
Coffee twist:: Unrequited plz?I sat down at my usual spot in the coffee shop with my anti drugs in hand, a freshly made frappuccino and today's paper. I skimmed through articles of the newest happenings as I waited for her. Erin. We had dated for about three years. I ran into her at this very shop. She spilt her coffee all over my brand new shirt. She was so shocked and apologetic. She even offered to clean my shirt for me. I fell in love with her that day. It seemed so long ago now. I loved her to bits. She always knew exactly what to say to cheer you up when you were down. And her laugh--oh her laugh--it was true music.
The little bell over the shop's door rang. I looked up from the paper. Kyle walked in through the door. He looked around the shop for a second and noticed me. Kyle grinned as he walked over to me.
"Hey little Mikey."
...Mikey...I always hated it when he called me that. It's Michael, and occasionally Mike, but never Mikey.
I smiled and shrugged it off li
The Shadow Boy -- Chapter 3POV switch:: Chassidy's perspective -- first person
Do you ever feel like you're not alone when indeed you are? Or that you're being watched when you don't see anyone around you? I had never gotten those feelings until recently. It was an interesting feeling. I wondered why, if I was being watched, my secret admirer hadn't tried communicating with me yet? Hmmm.
I pondered a few possible explanations as I walked to the park to meet Jude.
Maybe my admirer was unable to speak. Maybe he lost his voice in a crazy freak accident and he is unable to speak to me. Oooh.
Or perhaps my admirer is married and he has fallen hopelessly in love with me, but he can't approach me because he thinks I'm too tempting and he wants to remain faithful to his wife. Hehehehe.
Another possibility could be that he's from another world, or dimension. And it's against the laws of his civilization to talk to me, because I'm a human. Maybe if he were to get involved with me he'd get in trouble with the laws of his w
The Shadow Boy -- Chapter TwoA couple of weeks passed and the boy had continued watching over the girl each and every day. Mondays and Thursdays she'd buy a train ticket and visit a nearby town. Tuesdays she'd hang with other female peers. Wednesdays and Fridays were unpredictable; sometimes she'd go for a coffee, other times she'd visit a book store or the fountain and read for hours. Sundays she would do time-consuming chores. The boy hadn't been able to watch over her on Saturdays. She would go every which-way and with the hustle and bustle of the town the boy always lost sight of her. He would switch leaders in broad daylight, a dangerous stunt, in his attempts to watch over her and learn more and more about this girl. If he were to slip up and make an unexpected move then the human leaders might notice him and all of his kind would be known about. Another danger was if he were left in the sun too long without a leader he could perish.
Today was Saturday and the boy was determined to follow the girl, even if i