I don't remember how long I was left in that dark state.

I just remember the scared and angry looks I received when I came to.

"Your first day! Today is was your first day at a new school and you blew it!"
It was my mothers voice.
I wasn't at school anymore.

"What happened, Markus? You we're so excited for today."

What happened.
What happened?

"I...I don't remember."

"You don't remember?"

I nodded. 

My mother got angry, slamming her hands on the table we were sitting at.

"You threw a rock at a little boy, Markus. HOW COULD YOU NOT REMEMBER?"

I shook my head.
"That wasn't me, mother."
She shook her head back.

"I'm not playing around, Mark. This is a serious matter, the parents...the parents could sue us. You'll be kicked out of school and...and we'll have to move yet again."

We had just found a place we liked, and it would be my fault we had to move again.

"I- I'm sorry. I don't remember."

Mother just stared at me.
"Just. Go to your room."

I rushed right up to my room, not saying another word.

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"That was rather amusing, I had to bite my fingers to keep myself from laughing."

It was that voice again.

"Who are you"

The voice grunted.
"I told you, I'm your friend."

"Who are you."

A growl this time. 
"Your friend."

"You made me throw that rock at the boy, a friend wouldn't do that. Who are you."

A groan.
I had won this argument.

"Fine, if you must know. The mirror, look into it."

I nodded and did as it told me and looked into the mirror.
What looked back at me, wasn't me at all.

My hair now looked messy, my eyes had dark circles around them, and my face wore a large grin.
The reflection was taller, too.

"My name is Vasilly, and you're my host."