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The man awoke with a start,with an unnerving feeling he wasn't alone.

"Why hello there. It has been a long time hasn't it?" the shadow spoke.
"I know for a fact you aren't real. This has to be some sort of trick of the damage from the shot to the head or the drugs they had me on." he replied.
"I'm as real as the air you breath as the bed you now sit on."
"No. You aren't real."
"Oh? If I'm not real,how do I know what you wanted to do with that pistol at your feet? Don't you think that gun has spilled enough blood?" it asked him.
"You aren't real." he repeated again as he took a long drag on his cigarette.
"You can deny me all you want to. I know who you are. I know you better than yourself."
"Then tell me who I am. Make me remember!" he demanded to the voice.
"Now now,why should I? That would be a waste of my time now wouldn't it? Addiction is such a strange thing now isn't it? I mean,it surely is odd that you would drink and smoke as heavily as you do. It seems like you don't want to remember." the voice replied coyly.
"Addiction? What do you mean?" he asked the shadow.
"My my how easily we forget. Look at you. Broken. Beaten. Scarred and so forgetful."
"Tell me now God damn you!"
"Why? Why is it my job to tell you? You know yourself. It isn't my job to babysit who you are." it said.
"Fuck you! Tell me!" the man shouted into the silence. And all that replied was the soft laughter he could only hear.

As he laid back down to sleep the words kept at him. He flicked the butt into the cup on the shelf. His mind buzzing a hundred questions. What did that mean?


Sorry about it being so dark,I couldn't quite figure out how I wanted it done but I think this worked.