Part 2
Instantly, the moment he opened his own two eyes, he awoke to a dark silent void. Yet, he felt no fear, no dread, no pain, no anxiety; at last, he was calm. He then attempted to lull himself to sleep while within this endless void; however, the serenity was quickly broken by the ringing of an old grandfather clock.
It was 12 Midnight, he sat on his couch in the living room, the only light in the whole room was coming from the TV screen's static. Immediately, panic overcame him once again.
"No, it can't be over!" He screamed internally. He then started to punch his head repeatedly.
"Do not think! Do NOT think! DO NOT THINK!" He said to himself. He then stood up and attempted to quickly walk towards the kitchen for a glass of water. He reached for the door, opened it, stepped in and...he was back in the living room. He swore he stepped into the kitchen but here we was, in the living room, standing in front of the TV, showing nothing but static. He stood there for several seconds, hoping...
Snapping out of it, he rushes again to his kitchen door, opens it, and steps in. Again, he returned to the living room; however, this time, he began to hear voices coming from the TV. He walked closer to the TV and noticed blurred, still mostly static, images on it and the voice, he recognized it. In fact, he knew it very well because it was his, 17 years ago.
"Dad! Where you goin'? Are you going to buy my birthday gift!? ARE YA? ARE YA?" Said his six-year-old self to his Dad as he was leaving through the door. Dad had his luggage case with him, it was too late for him to realise what it meant. That day, Father never even spoke a word in reply. He left and that was it.
The TV then skipped to Bob in third grade, the audio and video now much clearer. He was in class and suddenly, a loud sound of gas passing and more is heard. Everyone looks, points and laughs at him as he is escorted to outside by the teacher. The TV, again, skipped this time to several later moments in his life. Scene after scene of public embarrassments, humiliation, and failure. Lastly, the TV showed Bob, in a dark room, staring at a small bottle. A rattling sound was heard and a moment later, a small whitish dot was seen on what looked like Bob's palm. I could see no more as Bob punched the TV with his bare hands out of pure anger. He fell, knelt on the ground, and he began to sob.
"Take another, Bob. Same as always." The shade appears from behind Bob looking at the opposite direction. However, the shadow seems to be taking form, in the shape of a person.
"Why...Why must you do this to me?" Bob screams. "Every single time, you make it even worse than before and yet, why do I still do this with you?"
"It was your choice. It is ALWAYS your choice. You choose to hold on, you choose to let it chain you, you choose to suffer and so, suffer you shall."
"Liar! I never wanted this! When did I ever ask for this? I've been wanting to forget but ever since..."
"Liar? Me? Oh, no, no, no, Bob. You are the liar. You've lied to yourself so well you don't even realize it! 'I don't want this?' Ha, don't make me laugh! This is what you've always wanted. Without me, you'd still be that humiliated, fumbling-for-words- buffoon that couldn't do anything at all right! You should be thanking me! You were lost, useless, and pitiful without ME!"
*He's wrong*
"Stop! Just, stop! I should never have taken so much. I should never have created you. Looking back, I could’ve done it without you! My fear of work, fear of acceptance, fear of everything...I shouldn't have let it control me."
*Accept what is, Bob, and let go.*
"It's too late now, Rogers! I AM here and you must take another! I am your cure! I am your savior! I am your only hope!"
*Fight him, Bob*
"No, no you're not. You've always been there, haven't you." Bob stands, turns around, and looks at the shadow behind him. "You've messed up my head from the start! You are the tumor. The trauma! The anxiety! The anger! The hatred! The...parasite. You...you are getting out of my head right now! I won't let you tell me how to live any longer! This is my head, YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME!"
*This is it, expel him, Bob!*
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You are only delaying the inevitable, Mr. Rogers." Says the shadow disappointingly. He looks so much human now."You are mine, your mind is mine. You think you have the power? Well, show me then. I'm still here, and I'm not leaving until you do as I say!"
Bob raises his hand, and, out of nowhere, he points a gun at the back of the shadow's now human head. The shadow slowly turns around and...
*No Bob! Don't do it!*
His face, the shadow's, is exactly like Bob's. A mirror image.
"Go ahead, pull the trigger, but you should know, I won't go down alone." Says the shadow.
"You creep! You've done nothing but make my life miserable! Day after day, humiliation after humiliation, you grew from my sadness, me fears, my weakness and you made it worse! This will end you!"
*Bob, you don't know what he's trying to make you do! Don't do it!*
"DO IT! HA HA HA! DO IT AND END IT ALL!" The shadow shouts.
The gun clicks.
*PLEASE! NO! I'M NOT STRONG ENOUGH! BOB STO-*