No One Ever Taught Me Who I Was Supposed to Be

I stalk along the brick wall. People passing me. Talking, laughing, having fun.

Fun.

The feeling one gets after making a kill? The feeling one gets knowing you rain the most powerful? The truth is, I don’t know what fun is.

Who am I? You ask.

I’m the dark figure you see when the lightning lights up the pitch black room. I’m the imaginary friend you never cared to think up. Who am I?

Not that I know.

When your young, just learning who you are, you cant let other people effect you. Or you'll grow up never knowing. That's what happened to me. That's why I don’t know.

Who am I?

Nobody important.

My skill is being invisible. You can only notice me by not noticing me. Because if I was gone...

Who would you not notice?

Those who do notice me, the ones that are almost as unnoticed as me... Almost. Call me Gerard.

But the name Gerard... is just that, A name. The man that was really Gerard, is just a fragment of memories, that are long past forgotten.

Who am I?

I don’t think you want to know...