I know they’re there. The shadows. I see them, I feel them. I feel Him. When I think too hard about who He is, I throw up. My head throbs and throbs. It feels as if a knife is stabbed through mg skull. My thoughts turn sluggish, seemingly being ripped straight from my brain. Me, Jasper, and Him. Who is he? Jasper’s sitting right next to me. Or is it Him? I don’t know. I can’t understand. I walk ba...