CrazyManStudios

I find myself celebrating a shadow. A shadow of what I could be celebrating. A shadow of what I should be celebrating. And I turn to this shadow and ask, "Why am I celebrating you?" The shadow turns to me, an innocent smile on it's face "Because this is what you deserve." I begin to cry. "Why is this what I deserve?" The shadow puts a hand on my shoulder, and speaks softly "Because this is what your actions got you." My body is weak, and I begin to stumble. "Is there nothing I can do?" I plead, my tears turning red The shadow embraces me, its' hands cold empty, not a beat comes from its' chest, and whispers in my ear "N

     "Walk me through it," he said.     "It's hard to explain," I defended, trying to push the conversation elsewhere.     "And that's why you're here, is it not? Your social skills are in a steady decline. You barely talk to anyone that isn't me. I don't think you could articulate yourself through a wedding ceremony without being belligerent anymore." He put down his pencil and pad, and leaned forward in his chair. "You hired me to help you. I'm trying to do that. Now, walk me through it."     I let out an exasperated sigh. "Ok, so it starts like this..."     I was sitting alone in an endless white expanse. The land a perfect cut,

     I'm going to tell you a story. This happened to me years ago, whether you choose to believe it or not. I have all the memories to tell me it was real. It starts as most days start; completely average and boring. I went through my paces. School, home, games, draw, done. Before I went to sleep though, I looked at my computer clock and jokingly turned it back two years, and four months.     "I could reset everything!" I yelled out, before giving myself a small laugh and going to sleep.     Of course, when you go to sleep, you usually wake up. Unluckily for me, I did wake up. And what greeted my eyes, I was not happy to see. I was in my