You probably have a few questions. That's not too surprising. For starters my name is adam. Im a sophmore in high school, I'm 16 years old, live in a middle class household...theres nothing too out of the ordinary about me. Yet, I do seem to attract the attention of bullies, teachers,and school councilors. Its always been that way; I guess im just an easy target. The councilors are always worried that im not making any friends. And, believe me ive tried. But its rather hard. Nobody wants to be friends with the most harassed kid in school. Yet..its never bothered me. Ive learned to accept my fate. Like a gazelle in the lions den i know i stand no chance. My parents worry for me. Since i always come home with bruises. But i simply shrugged it off. It was a destructive routine ive gotten used to. Until one day it all changed.
I was laying in my bed, studying up on history. There was a test in two days that i needed to prepare for. School work was one of my only escapes from reality, so i took it very seriously. Anyways, i was just about to turn off the light when i heard some sort of bump comw from my closet. At first, i thought nothing of it. "Maybe it was my imagination." I thought. Yet...there was a feeling in the back of my head that something was with me. I decided to ignore it like most rational people would and turned off the light. Nothing happened, so i drifted off to sleep.
Its breath smelled of corpses.
I awoke to this, obviously, and standing near me was a large figure, breathing heavily by me. I trembled with fear. As the moon was uncovered by a cloud i sae its shillouette. It was a tall thin figure. With bony, disfigured limbs. It seemed to be hanging from the ceiling. It finally spoke. Its voice was...soothing. it was almost entrancing, deep and sophisticated, he said: "i have seen your struggles, your pain..i am simply here to help." I knee i should have been terrified but...something about this thing seemed, nice. Almost relatable. I kept my guard up, but out of curiosity i replied with a timid "um..yeah. im bullied sometimes, but its not too bad."
I could see it more clearly now. He...or at least i think its a he, had the skin consitancy of leather. His eyes were black and completely void of humanity. His limbs, barely the thickness of a silver dollar were bent at odd angles, he wasnt hanging from the ceiling, he had wings. Yet, even with all of these horrid attributes, he seemed calming, like a big brother.
"I am going to follow you now, and guide you. Nobody will ever antagonize you again. I promise." The way he said this had an undertone of sadism. Yet..i wanted his help. Whatever it was that he was going to do, I wanted to finally feel safe. So I simply nodded yes.
He smiled and receded into the closet that he came from. "Good. Goodnight adam." He said politely
I awoke the next morning. It seemed as if nothing happened. Everything was normal. Could it have been a dream? It seemed very logical for it to be a dream yet...it was so real. Even so, there was nothing different, or so it seemed. I went through my usual routine. Get dressed, eat, brush teeth, amd leave. It was at the last part of my routine that i noticed something different.
There he was. Waiting outside. His grotesque body was no longer its rotten self. He looked almost..normal. The only way i could recognize him was by his limbs and face. He was just..hovering. "well? Are you going to school or not?" He said calmly. I replied with a short "yes" and began walking to school. It seemed that nobody else could see him due to the lack of screams.
