Dedicated to: my brain everyday. Scared.... Scared I'm gonna... Gonna- achoo!

I climb through the screen, and land on the floor.

I roll, before getting up.

I stare, at myself. His eyes, glowing red. I feel my body, tense with more rage.

I grab him, and stare into the Shadow's soul.

"Give me back. Give me back my body," I mutter, anger taking the voice.

"Why would I do that? You seem to hate it," it speaks.

I'm stunned. It's words were true. No, I'm not letting him take over me. Or whatever I was gonna say.

"I. Don't. Fucking. Care. My body sucks, but at least I love it more than you do!" I scream, grabbing him by the shirt.

My hands grip, rubbing against the binder. The binder I always wear.

"Hmm. I'll give you back this body if you leave James!" It tries to bargain.

I look over at James.

I can't let him die because of some stupid shadow that's in my mind. A shadow. A shadow that should be dead.

"First, the fuck are you?" I ask.

"Eight year old past you," it smirks.

"I thought I killed you!"

"You did, which is why I'm here. To get revenge on you! The one who sliced open my neck." It taps my nose. Or should I say she? I dunno.

I look down, suddenly craving really good Sprite. Must be past me. She loves that stuff.

No, I can't let it do this. This is my life that she's ruining! And I ruined hers..

And so, I felt my tears stack up, one after the other, before falling down my cheek.

"I ruined a poor, innocent girls life, just because I don't feel comfortable in the body I was born in." The words came out fast.

"If you didn't kill me, I wouldn't be innocent. I would grow up, and have the urge to kill every second. The urge to ruin everyone's lives. Because I... I wanted to be someone else. And I didn't let that someone else take over." Her voice cracks, with the sound of her about to cry.

I look over at James again.

His mouth mouths, "please, go live your life. Let me die. You should live a longer life, not me. It's what you deserve. I love you."

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm getting revenge on someone that changed my life for the better. I would've been a murderer. Because I didn't let my true colours show," it says as my body goes limp, falling against the elevator wall.

My body, the one I somehow managed to get out of that box I was trapped in, force to watch what was happening, slowly floated over to my actual body.

And soon, I was in my body, again. My soul was back where it belonged.

I ran over to James, and grabbed him.

The elevator has started back up again.

And James didn't have his eyes open.

"James! Open your eyes!"

"Don't call the cops, 'cause word on the street is they all quit their jobs," he replies.

"Ok, I wasn't trying to make a reference." I laugh.

"I know." He smiles, back on his feet again.

The elevator stops, and the doors open.

We walk out of the elevator, and into our hotel room.