Hello everyone, this story will be told with some nonfiction parts from my life and fiction with the character I use. His name will be Shadow Angel, not to be confused with Shadow the hedgehog, but his nickname is echo. Hope y'all like the story.
*note there will be mention of physical abuse and mental illness; Anxiety, Multiple Personality Disorder (MPD) or better known as Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID).
My birth was not really planned at all, I don't think my dad or grandmother really wanted me around. I was born to a couple in their late 30's, my mother was happy to see me, but my father not so much. I remember seeing his face and his mother, my grandmother, had a look of disgust in their eyes when they looked at or had to watch me when I was young.
My father was a horrible drunk and took it out on me while he was. He would hit me, punch me, and throw me to the floor. My grandmother would just watch and tell me I did it to myself or I deserved it or it was my fault when I did nothing but be a kid and talk to my imaginary friend. My. Mother did her best to protect me but she was beaten too or held by my grandmother to just watch it happen to me.
I love my mother to death and would do anything for her. When I grew up, the beating became less because my father was getting weaker in age while I got stronger, but that didn't stop my grandmother from trying to take up for him and even beat me in my sleep. I woke up sore and had bruises actually show up on my skin, but by then I had healed myself before my mom saw so she wouldn't worry about me too much.
While I grew up, my imaginary friend started to look like me, just the opposite tho. He had horns, black tattered wings and a long tail. He said I look like him with no horns but a halo, wing feather like wings and no tail. I remember my mother telling me, “You're my own little angel, you were a gift from God himself”. But my father and grandmother said, “I was nothing but a devil spawn, I was nothing but evil”. Maybe they both were right, they saw me and my friend at the same time, but we looked just alike, they couldn't tell us apart, but my mom only saw me as good and they saw me as evil.
It's been 5 years since I started to see other people look like me, but they look like they split in half down the middle, but some have more evil than good or more good than evil. Everyone can't see what I see, so they just think I'm crazy. I just stop telling them and just keep to myself.
I had to try and keep myself calm after I started to feel them have their eyes on me all the time and I started to talk with Phantom more and blackout, he was the middle man or personality between us at times but all 3 of us tend to talk with each other a lot and keep us in check when someone is taking over too much.
People who thought I was crazy try to bully me, but I got so much anxiety from confrontation with my dad just got me just scared and having my heart beating at million miles per hour and phantom just comes out and take control while blackout is trying to comfort me while I was having a breakdown and just cradle myself into a ball and just stay like that for a while until phantom is done and got us away from the bullies.
Once we were alone we all talked and tried to make sure I was ok, but my girlfriend showed up and hugged us. She was the only one to calm me down and call me echo when she didn't want to call us out one by one, we just just agreed to be called echo by her only and we love her for that and knowing what I'm talking about when I said she was like me just without a middle person, she was in perfect balance with her other side unlike me with three personalities. We just don't know who the real one is and don't care about it either.
After high school we started to live together and have my mom live close by and with my dad, after he started to finally accept me and the others a bit, but still slip up at times and call me a devil spawn, but I just give him a glare and he back down and apologize as he walk back to his room.
Phantom started to look more like a demon at times when he got mad at us and would scare people or make them back there with that glare of his and I look more like an angel with glowing skin, that people can't look at me without sunglasses to dim my brightness to them.
3 years later I found out my dad passed. He did better in his life with me around and stood up to his mom for me. I went to his grave and gave him flowers and smiled at him because I later found out he was scared of his mother and couldn't stand up to her like I did to him at 16, so he was just following her lead the whole time I was born, until the last few years of his life once she passed away. I forgave him that day and just talked with him for a while before I left and went back down to earth to see my mom and girlfriend.
A few years later me, Blackout, and Phantom had bonded together over finding out we actually born to a mortal family even tho we was suppose to be triplets but our mother wasn't going to survive having us all so we was born into one instead and the middle, Blackout, came out later in life but was still watching and learning with us at the same time……
Thank you for reading this and remember you can make a wish but try to do your best and make your wish come true for yourself and others.
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This is a beautiful and deeply personal story.
You've created a compelling character in Shadow Angel and his alternate selves, and the way you connect your real-life experiences with a fantastical narrative is truly unique.
The raw emotion you share, from the abuse you suffered to the complicated forgiveness of your father, is incredibly brave and powerful.
I was particularly moved by the scene at the grave; it was a beautiful and mature moment of closure.
Your story has a powerful emotional core, and polishing the small details can help that core shine even brighter.
Taking some time to check for consistent capitalization, use of commas, and common spelling errors would make the story even more professional.
In many places, you tell us what happened, which is a great start. To make the reader feel it more, try using vivid details. Instead of just saying your father was a "horrible drunk," you could describe the smell of stale beer, the slurred words, or the way his eyes looked when he was angry. This helps us experience the scene with you.
Sometimes, breaking up longer sentences into shorter ones can add impact. For instance, the story often uses long sentences with many commas. Short, punchy sentences can add drama and emotion, especially during moments of high tension, like when you describe a panic attack.
Overall, this is a fantastic and brave piece of writing. The story's heart is its greatest strength, and with a little more polish, it could become a truly incredible work.
Keep writing and sharing your voice—it's one that deserves to be heard.
I give this story two thumbs up! 👍👍
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