I sit in my room days after my last encounter with him.
Its hard to believe that at the beginning of this school year he was my best friend, Shadow. Thats what he called himself. Just as I refer to myself as Twix.
We were very close friends, he was like the big brother I never had. As long as he was talking to me I did not feel like I was in danger. That all changed in what I remember as the second week of school. I started being extremely uncomfortable around him, as if he was about to snap. He had snapped around me before. I almost didn’t talk to him again after the first time.
The bruise never went away entirely.