Humans will grow used to just about anything - a pair uncomfortable work shoes, the constant sway of a boat on the open sea, the faint sounds of someone being torn limb-from-limb. If it exists for long enough, people will become accustomed to it and even miss its absence, no matter how horrifying it may be.
In this instance it was a shadow that called itself Myra and the silent child it attached itself to was known as Eve. They had a perfect symbiotic relationship - Myra would climb inside Eve's mouth and speak for her and in return Eve would share whatever she ate.
The young pair thrived until Even began to realise that nobody else had a Myra, began to wonder what a Myra was and began to fear what a Myra could do if it found out that Eve was doubting them. So Eve tried to keep her concerns to herself, tried not to gag or panic when Myra edged a little to close to the back of her throat, tried not to think about how easily she could be killed and how her killer couldn't be caught.
This did not go unnoticed.
Of course Myra knew about Eve's concerns and feared itself that one day the soon-to-be teenager might cut it off and let it shrivel up and die in some brightly lit park somewhere far away from home. It tried not to worry whenever Eve held a pair of scissors or a kitchen knife.
This too did not go unnoticed.
It was hard to say who struck first,only that in the end they both attacked and both succumbed before anyone even knew what was going on. Eve would be found in a puddle of some tar-like substance, the same substance that was found in her asphyxiated throat. The puddle itself had a bread knife sticking out of what appeared to be a flesh wound and part of it almost seemed to form a face warped with terror and pain.
They would cremate Eve and burn Myra, their ashes mixing in distant winds - together again.
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