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I’m always within arms reach.

I am the whisper of breath against the nape of your neck as you sit hunched over a keyboard with your eyes squinting at something written on your computer screen. I am the feathers touch of fingers gripping your bare shoulder as you lounge on your cheap couch. I am the pair of eyes watching you in the dead of night: I am the low, rasping snicker that fades out of mind after only moments.

I am your opposite, I am your clone. I am your shadow, flicking my own wrist just to see you twitch. I’m the pair of hands that hover just out of your line of sight behind your cracked closet door. I am fear incarnated: I am your soul’s exact copy.

I was there at your birth; standing with my eyes lingering upon the sparkling linoleum of the hospital as you came shrieking from your mother’s womb: bloody and dripping, exactly the way you’d be on your dying day. I was there during your life’s defining moment, smirking at your humiliation, holding you that inch back from achieving your dreams. Couldn’t you feel my hand against your palm? I was there. Breathing, gasping, leering with broken lips and torn apart skin.

I will be quick; I will be sly. I will slip my hand into your parted fingers; I will bring bloody lips to your barren cheek and kiss you. I will pull you close, embrace you, wrap my arms around your body. The feeling of broken, loose skin will touch against your body; but you won’t think of it, will you? I will pull away just the slightest bit and look up into your face, pitch black eyes meeting with your emotion filled ones. I will have no facial expression as I slowly slip my arm into the center of your body.

That tugging feeling in your chest? That’s me. That light, airy pressure against your chest – it’s me, reaching in and grabbing what’s rightfully mine. You’re unaware; you obviously don’t care. My fingers curl around your soul and slowly, I tug it out. That pounding feeling in your head, that force against your diaphragm that just won’t seem to go away?

It’s the loss of something deep within you.

And…slowly…I’m taking over. It’s nothing, really, other than me claiming what was supposed to be mine. Graying skin from lack of love, lack of lust: darker eyes and angry movements will be your domain now. Light or dark. I’m in. I’m spreading down to the tips of your very fingers; I’m curling myself into your tongue muscles. I’m in, and you and I, we become one.

We turn our head. There’s nothing there. We sneer, knowing, well, it’s there. It’s living the life I had to live.

And it serves it damn right. Sin can only lie in waiting for so long.
This is a TOTAL drabble. Like, I didn't even reread it.

It was inspired by The Guardian Angel, and you can see where it influenced my writing.

This isn't meant to scare the shit out of you, not like my other two, which will be uploaded probably tonight or tomorrow. This is meant to make you kind of blink.
I'm thinking about maybe setting up a system - odd numbers are just supposed to be interesting and eerie to an extent, even numbers are supposed to freak you out.
Sound good?

Tell me what you think, but go easy: it wasn't proofread.
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1234374s Featured By Owner May 19, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I started reading this and I got a weird feeling on my neck and the weird thing is I feel like I'm watched at night and when I got to the closet part
My closet door was cracked open :nuu:
SirenAngelique Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Am I the only onewho started to feel all those feelings (tugging in chest, pounding in head, pressure in diphragm) as I read them?

Delicious creepypasta OM NOM NOM
Smexyslenderman Featured By Owner Oct 5, 2013
I did too
DeadmansCrescendo Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2010
I'm glad you liked it c:<
vaati-girl Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2009
damn, this is really good! (:
Sierrafails Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2008
Good job :)
I liked The Guardian Angel alot as well, and this served just as well to make me think.
jennifishie Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008
I had to stop reading after the fourth line, seriously, I'm prooobably not sleeping tonight, wndering if there's another Jen breathing on me at night, watching me as I sleep. o_0
DeadmansCrescendo Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008
-snorts and hugs tight- I'm sorry! XD; I'm glad it at least kind of freaked you out, though? That was the intention? XD
jennifishie Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2008
I did, in fact, get to sleep.
It was quite fab.
Like amazing fab.
jennifishie Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2008
So...I'm the kind of freak that has to finish something once she starts it, and I have freakin goosebumps.
squekeedolphin Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer
Ooo. I liked it a lot.

I mean, you can tell that you didn't really proofread, because it isn't as clean as your other stuff.

But I loved the concept so much. I'm jealous of your deep thought things that you possess. Do you sell them? And do they come with their own leashes?
DeadmansCrescendo Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2008
Yes, they do. They go for $5.99 without tax. :]
Renee-Niels Featured By Owner May 7, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
:icontakemymoneyplz: I'll take twenty!!
squekeedolphin Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2008  Hobbyist Photographer
Damn. I'm broke. D:
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