It was another typical day at school. Kaki entered the classroom and immediately felt the weight of the stares from his classmates. He walked over to his seat, the floor beneath him seeming to groan with every step. He sat down and glanced around, his eyes falling on a strange figure at the edge of his vision. It was a shadow—darker than the rest, shifting as if it were part of his own being.
The shadow spoke in a low, mocking voice:
"Ey, yo, what you doing?"
Kaki blinked, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Who are you? You don't exist. Are you a ghost or something?"
The shadow's grin spread wider. It didn't belong to anyone else. It was... his.
"Oh man, for real? You're stupid. Of course, I exist! I'm you, and you're me, hahaha!"
Kaki's mind raced. What the fuck, man? Is my mind messing with reality? Am I going crazy?
The shadow stepped closer, and before Kaki could react, it seemed to slip into his body, melding with him, overwhelming his senses. His world became distorted. His mind—no longer his own—was flooded with darkness. It was as if the shadow had become a part of him, transforming him into someone else, someone... darker.
Kaki stood up, suddenly brimming with a strange, new energy. He moved through the classroom, trying to speak to some of the boys, but no one acknowledged him. It was as if he were invisible, a ghost haunting the room, unnoticed and ignored.
A simmering anger built up inside him. His fists clenched, his heart raced, and his thoughts grew chaotic. What the fuck, man? Why does it feel like I'm nothing? Why does everyone ignore me like I'm not even here?
That was when the storm broke. Without thinking, Kaki lunged at the nearest boy, throwing the first punch. It landed with a sickening thud. The boy barely reacted, but Kaki didn't stop. He kept throwing punches, feeling the adrenaline pump through his veins. He was on fire, a ball of uncontrollable rage.
The boy fought back, landing a few blows of his own, but Kaki didn't care. His mind was consumed with fury. The world around him blurred as if everything were happening in slow motion. Kaki's body moved with a mind of its own, driven by an instinct that wasn't entirely his.
The boy picked up a stone, hurling it at Kaki's face. It hit him hard, drawing a thin line of blood across his cheek, but it only seemed to fuel the fire within him.
Kaki's mind snapped. The voice of the shadow echoed in his ears. "You think I'm the Devil's child? Then I'll show you the Devil's world!"
With a primal scream, Kaki pounced. He tackled the boy to the ground, his fists raining down like a storm. Blood splattered, mixing with the dirt and sweat of their violent struggle. But Kaki didn't stop. He couldn't. The shadow inside him—now fully awake—spurred him on, pushing him to keep going until the boy was nothing more than a bloody heap beneath him.
It wasn't until Kaki looked at the boy's unconscious form, covered in blood, that the rage inside him began to subside. His chest heaved as he took in deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He felt weightless, as though his body were no longer his own. It was as if the world had gone silent, the anger fading into a cold emptiness.
Kaki stood up, looking down at the damage he had done. His eyes were hollow, distant. He felt like a different person. Something inside him had shifted, something irreparable.
With a shudder, he muttered to himself, "What now? Am I turning into a monster?"
He turned away from the fight, his footsteps light as he left the scene, his mind swimming with dark thoughts. As he walked, he couldn't shake the feeling that something inside him was broken, something that could never be fixed.
The shadow—now a part of him—had awoken, and Kaki didn't know if he could ever control it again.