Contemplation is one of my worst foes. I rather not reflect on my actions or actions to come. It takes the fun of "funeral". In this case, quite literally. I am contemplating many things. Musing about them if you will. 

Dark shadows begin to swirl at the edge of my vision, engulfing me, how... Strenuous. If my life was a play, most of my childhood would have been cut out of the script and burned, it's like it never happened, today is a new scene, a new act and I won't let it get 'dire' on me. Something exciting must happen. 

All it needs now is a little push.

"‘All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances.’- 

I turn to face the swirling shadows of a dead weeping willow and a yew tree. 

"-Is this your official entrance...?" 

The rain seemed to fade, as dead leaves danced in the stilling air. Out of the writhing shadows came a figure, the shadow they cast immersed me completely.

A voice like a ghost's whispered in my ear. "‘If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?’ Isn't that true-"

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- Brother of Elene?" 

I could feel a cruel smile begin to split my face. How... unusual. 

"Nice to finally make your acquaintance, but it appears you already know me. No wonder because you've been watching me- don't look so surprised, that'll strain your facial muscles. Do you want to know how I noticed you?" 

I breathed out "Because I watch my surroundings. Just... Like... My... Surroundings... watch me."