Alone but far from lonely

"look! Timmy is all alone again!"

"He's so creepy. That's why nobody chooses him!"

"He's a loser,no wonder he has no friends!"

"He's so wierd!"

"Look at him sitting there with no friends."

Timmy was always alone. He was always chosen last for games and everyone avoided him.

Timmy never showed any emotion and never knew how to laugh or cry. He never felt sad, angry, or happy. He never felt fear. All he felt was loneliness.

Always.

Ever since preschool, he was alone and now in high school he was still alone.

In preschool and elementary school, he had simply gotten verbally bullied. But high school was different.

"Shut the f**k up you creep. Stay away from me or I'll smash your face in", Gabriel snarled as he stared down at Timmy who was lying on the ground.

"But you came to me first." Timmy retorted calmly staring at Gabriel who was towering over him.

"Doesn't matter you dumb sh*t," Gabriel said angrily. "how dare you speak back to me you b*stard."

He kicked Timmy in the stomach. Timmy didn't even react to the pain. It made Gabriel angrier.

"Sorry, then," Timmy said staring right at Gabriel blankly. He felt the pain but he couldn't express it.

"Don't think you can just apologize and get away with this," Gabriel said starting to kick Timmy mercilessly."why don't you feel pain you dumb thing."

"I do." Timmy replied calmly.

"What's going on here," A teacher said marching in."who's fighting in the corridors."

The crowd dispersed and Gabriel turned and escaped but not before whispering under his breath,"Watch it punk."

"It's you again," the teacher said as he saw Timmy lying on the ground. "why are you always getting yourself beat."

"I don't know," Timmy said in a matter-of-factly tone as he stood up and picked up his books. He still had his blank expression on.

"What a creepy kid," the teacher said as he watched the student walk away." he doesn't even cry."

Timmy went to class and sat down. He felt the pain but he didn't know how to react. He had always been like that. He never showed any emotion.

His father had said that when he was born, he never cried. The doctors mistook him for being dead but he was alive. But he never showed any emotion.

Timmy sat in class and completed his work in his neat legible writing. He finished his notes before everyone else and then he had nothing to do. He looked around him.

There was a new girl in class. She kept staring at him. She had arrived that morning and it was like she observed his every movement.

"Let's welcome our new student everyone, Leah Jona." the teacher had said.

Every person in the class tried to speak to her but she seemed to be interested in just one person. The boy whose expression never changed. He always seemed distracted yet, so focused. He stared straight ahead as if this new student was none of his business.

She saw him again later in the day in the corridor just before her next class. He was on the floor getting beaten up, yet he still had a blank expression on his face.

"What a queer boy." she had thought to herself.

Timmy made eye contact with her and she quickly looked away.

"Hmm," Timmy thought to himself. "what a queer girl."

Timmy stood up immediately at the sound of the bell. After putting his books in his locker her left school.

He walked home alone again today. He had always walked home alone. He had nobody to walk with anyway.

After Timmy reached the apartment. He went up the elevator and went into his room. It was a run-down place with 2 rooms, a lounge, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

Timmy prepared some food for himself and sat down to eat. He silently ate his food and then went into his room. He had no books left to read and he didn't feel like re-reading any books today.

Timmy simply wished he could go out with friends, just like other kids.

Timmy took out his phone which his mother had given him on his birthday. It was a big phone with a shiny screen and had a bitten apple in the back.

He remembered his mother saying that it was an I-phone or something. It was basically useless to him. He only knew how to use it to call and the only numbers he had were his mother, father, and his sister.

Timmy's sister had put the numbers in his phone and had made him a few social media accounts. He still didn't know how to use any of those apps so they were useless to him.

Timmy left his phone on his headboard and stared at the mirror next to it. He was bored. Timmy was feeling incredibly bored. He remembered a game he played with his father. His father lost everything match against Timmy.

"Was this how you do it," Timmy said to himself as he started doing the signs with his hands.

He remembered it and spoke out loud as he shook his fist.

"rock, paper, scissors."

He played rock.

He went again," Rock paper, scissors."

This time he went paper.

Timmy had drawn with his reflection twice. He was playing with the mirror on the wall. With himself.

Or so he thought.

"Rock, paper,scissors." he went for the third time.

This time he went scissors.

He looked at his hand and than he looked at his reflection.

He had lost.

* * *

Timmy looked at his hand again and looked at his reflection.

"I...lost," Timmy mumbled. Although this phenomenon had just occurred he didn't appear to be shocked.

Timmy stared at his reflection and his reflection stared back.

Well, it wasn't just his reflection anymore, was it?

The reflection in the mirror looked like him but the reflection's eyes had turned black. There was no white left but full black.

Thin Black lines spread all over the reflection's face and it almost looked like the face was cracked. The lines mostly started from the eyes of the reflection.

"Hello there," the reflection spoke. "Hello little Timmy."

"He... hello?" Timmy replied hesitantly to the reflection.

"Aren't you afraid?" the reflection asked Timmy. The reflection displayed what seemed like confusion.

"No," Timmy bluntly replied before asking."aren't you afraid?"

"Well no, why should I be afraid? You're my friend little Timmy." The reflection replied quickly as its facial expression changed. It smiled.

"You're...my friend?", Timmy asked the reflection slowly and carefully.

"Yes, I'm your friend." The reflection said to him.

"You're lying," Timmy said."I have no friends."

"Then I'll be your friend." The reflection whispered with a giggle.

"Really?" Timmy asked the reflection.

"Yes," the reflection said in a soothing tone. "I'm not like them, they hurt you and I'm not like them. I can help you hurt them back. I can make you stronger so you can hurt them too. Nobody will ever hurt you again little Timmy."

"But I don't want to hurt them", Timmy replied straightforwardly.

His expression had not changed the entire time but now it was the reflection's expression that changed. It had managed to hide its shock at him not being moved by its sudden appearance but now it was much more shocked.

This boy had an unbreakable will and an impenetrable mind.

"But they hurt you, why won't you hurt them back?" The reflection said trying to hide its frustration and surprise.

"Because they think I'm bad and if I hurt them back then, it will only prove their point. I'm not bad, they're bad. I don't want to be bad." Timmy said in a matter-of-fact tone, with the same dull expression on his face.

"No, you have to hurt them back! You have to make them pay. Don't you remember? Don't you remember what they did to you! I'll be your friend, I'll be your friend if you hurt them." The reflection screeched, it was losing its patience. It had little time left.

"If you want to be my friend you shouldn't want anything in return," Timmy replied to the reflection.

"Why won't you listen!" The reflection said gritting its teeth.

"You seem afraid." Timmy said as he placed his hand on the mirror. "what's wrong?"

The reflection was taken aback. This child! He showed no sign of emotion on his face but his words were full of kindness. The reflection knew no way to react.

"I can be your friend,I can help you. I don't want anything too. You asked me to be your friend so I'll be your friend. I've never had a Friend before so I'll be your friend." Timmy said.

Suddenly a black mist came out of the mirror. It came out and danced in the air.

The mist spoke, "I just wanted to control you and not be your friend. I'm a monster and that's how I control people. Once I add hate and revenge to their heart I use that to control them, however, you have no hate or no sense of revenge in your heart. That's why I feel like I can trust you. Can you help me?"

"So you never wanted to be my friend?" Timmy asked the fiend.

"Well yes in a way but I don't know why but I feel like I can be your friend now. Just promise to protect me." the mist said. It was attempting to deceive him into accepting the demon into his body so it could control it directly from his mind.

"You do?" Timmy asked the fiend still watching him.

"Yes, I do." the fiend said smiling.

And before Timmy had realized what was happening, the mist had shot straight into his head and entered his mind.

Timmy collapsed and his eyes had turned pitch black. Those crack-like lines surrounded his eyes and a little bit of grey mist could be seen leaving his mouth.

The fiend giggled softly as it whispered, "I'll be your best friend Timmy. I'll never leave your side I promise."

The demon entered his mind and started attempting to take over Timmy's mind.

A decision it should never have made.