She woke up in the middle of the night with a shadow monster on top of her with its talons around her neck. She tries to scream but it was useless, there was no one there, no one could help her. She looked around for something that could help her escape, but there was nothing. The grip around her neck starts to tighten and it started getting harder for her to breathe. ‘What should I do? What can I do?’ she thought to herself. She started getting desperate, and so she took all the powers she had left and kicks the monster. Its grip started getting loose and she escaped, down the hall, to the basement where she stores her candles. She took one and lights it. Then, she took a couple more candles and sits in the corner of the room.
The room suddenly went dim and she could see the shadow monster’s talon crawling on the walls. “What do you want?” she asked. “Villains will never win you know, the hero will always win. You won’t win, so it’s better if we can clear things up now. You can’t go near me, I have a light with me,” she said bravely while stuttering. “Villain?” a deep raspy voice, that sounded like it belonged to the monster reply. Suddenly, the whole room began to shake and the monster crawl faster to her than before. The monster was about 5 inches away from her. The light from the candle protected her. She tried to be brave and while shivering from fear she muttered, “You—you are the vi- villain, I will defeat you, li—like the hero I’m raised to be.”
Now, she was sure that voice belonged to the monster as it opened its mouth again, “Why should I be the villain?! You made me, you turned me to this, so why should I be the villain?!” its scream was filled with rage, pain, and agony, and it only made her feel more frightened to hear what the monster said. The room began to shake greatly and the walls started to crack. “I created you? I never recall creating a monster.” Her reply only angered the monster more and more. Suddenly, the whole room turned dark and the only light left was the light on her hands. The surprises didn’t stop there. From the monster’s head a face emerges, and what she saw made her whimper in fear. “H—how, what is this trickery?” she said, trying not to believe what she is seeing.
“Trickery you say? No, what you are seeing now is your own flesh and blood, your twin brother. Tell me sister, do you not remember me at all? Me, who has always been one step behind you. Me, who became your shadow ever since birth. Me, who is always neglected, forgotten, because of you. I become like this is your fault. Your fault,” he screamed to her. His voice was filled with anger, misery, and a great deal of sadness.
“I—I, I was born to be a hero, it is what I was told to do. I am a hero, I have trained, learned, and I went to a great deal of pain to become a hero just like they said. I am hero,” she said trying to prove herself. “What hero leaves a person to crumble into a monster? Tell me. You’re no hero. What great deal of pain? You have no idea what I have been through. What I have endured, what I have tried to do, when the darkness finally took its hold on me, what did you do? Did you save me from getting consumed by darkness? Did you save me from getting swallowed by the shadows? Did you save me like the hero you said to be? Did you?!” he screeches. “No. No, you didn’t save me. Do you know what you did?” he continued. She shook her head saying that she does not know. She was trying to remember, not just that certain memory, she was trying to remember him, her brother, her younger brother who she was supposed to protect, but she does not remember at all, nothing reminded her of him, nothing triggered her memory of him.
“When the shadows took me, you were the last thing that I saw. You were standing outside with mother and father; you got your hero license and everything. They were praising you. Did you know what I did? I screamed for you. I called you multiple times. I begged you to save me like the hero you said you are. That was when I realized. You are not going to come to help me. Do you know what I think? You are no hero. At least not to me,” Her facial expression when she heard what he said was a mix of guilt and sadness. She couldn’t save her brother. Not only that, her brother stopped seeing her as the hero she is. The world’s view made her so blind that she could not save the one person who is supposed to be the most important person in her life. “I—I didn’t know, I—I don’t, I’m sorry,” she said whimpering.
“Sorry? Did you think your apology will solve everything? Did you think saying sorry will make the shadow disappear? The shadow took everything from me. My life, all my life now, I can only see from behind, I can only see darkness. Do you know what it’s like being in the dark for a long time? Do you?!”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she said begging to her furious brother. She was crying, she couldn’t hold her emotions together. “You know what sister? You said the hero will always win in a story. You said that when we were little too. But, you know what? I don’t think you’ll win, sister. This is my story, and in here, you are the villain. Just like you said sister, the villain will never win,” as he said this, the light of the candle she was holding dies, and he swallowed her in his shadows, where they will be together in the darkness, where all the lost and forgotten live in tremendous pain and suffering.