I have always been a shadow.
My granny used to tell me that if there's light, there's always a shadow. That the light and shadow can't be told apart, and neither can exist when the other is not. That being the shadow doesn't mean you're existence is worthless. I have always kept that phrase in my heart, but knew that it was not true. Never, had I been able to out shown anything in Earth, and never, have my existence been a welcome to anybody.
I miss my dear granny, who used to sing lullabies aside my bed. My room, unlike my tiny, bony body, is a magnificent thing. It had gold above gold and jewelry to keep the entire girl in the world happy. But there was something odd about the room; the small and wooden sculpture of a girl singing by the pond. It was my granny's, until it became mine. It did not match, or neither shown like the other things in my room. It had many uneven parts, and the girl who is singing could not be described as beautiful, but maybe that was the reason why I felt so attached to the small sculpture. Her lonely ex-pression with drooped eyelids, her soggy hair and clothes, the withered old branch the girl was sitting on, which looked as though it might break and drop the girl into the pond once again, seemed to increase the beauty of the shimmering purple pond. It had gold fishes jumping up, and one had even jumped up to the girls ankles, slapping her cold, wet body with it's shimmering gold fins. I always felt a mixture of sympathy and pity for the poor girl whenever my gaze caught hold of the sculpture resting aside my bed. Then I'd remember what I was and feel even more miserable. Not a single person visited after my granny left my room for the last time and never returned. Only little amounts of food and clothes appeared to keep me living, but nothing more; no affection, no kind words, no love.
It was just me and the fanciful things and the sculpture. I would spend days sulking on the side of my bed, feeling sorry for myself. And in most of those days, I would think of Evelyn, my twin sister.
Yes, I have a sister, a twin sister to be precise. The light. The light of my shadowy life. The light who became the light, which made me the shadow. If I had been the light, she would've been the shadow. If I had been Evelyn; and she had been me, would things be different for both of us? Would she be the one who would sulk in this room instead of getting attention of everybody? Would she be the one who would be hushed of existence?
Would I be Evelyn, the charming princess of England, and she would be me, shadow, the person who was forgotten; the person who was not even known of existence to the world.
I, shadow, was that kind of person.