Ah. Yep, I can see that being willie-inducing. But if the girl's past is - as her inner voice suggests - just a shadow? It can't damage her. Just her own psyche's way (hello, Professor Jung!) of telling her to stand in shadow as much as light.

Of course, it's fairly hypocritical, coming from me, because I need my past back, I lost too much of it, I'm tired of snatching at shadows and I want the full ghoulish creature, meat on its bones and all.

I took Tep's suggestion and got...
Shadow 1,

I think the thing you most need to know about me is, unlike her, I want everything. Unlike her, I think I deserve it.. My body is my theme park. I can never have enough rides. But when the thrill is gone, you are too. She’s the one that pines; sends the Christmas cards, calls to remember your birthday. I’m all about the sweaty present. She would never let me out, if she could help it. Her body cooperates with this. I’m mostly a curl of her lip, a passing thought after swearing she’s okay with being ‘just friends”, an image of The Kiss That Killed Monogamy.(Any skill she has at that came from me. Don’t let her kid you about that.Her biggest passion is still justice, Good luck getting that to make your heart beat faster, or the color to stand in your cheeks.) Shadow 2

Um, ok, so I’m, like, somebody’s shadow. Not bad for a flatchested girl in the seventh grade. Sometimes I come out when she does new things, or meets somebody new, or when she worries about being broke, or who is going to take care of us. Sometimes I am soo ugly it’s embarrassing. I don’t know how we stand us. I think everybody knows better and is cooler and smarter and stronger than me. It’s just, totally obvious.I’m just, like nothing? Mom says it’ll get better one day, but she’s my mom, what would she say? That she got pregnant with a nobody? Especially after almost dying over it? I think not.She has to at least fake like we’re something, or her life’s a big waste.

Whoa.

Damn, erika. The Jungian in me just stood up and saluted.

Anima and shadow. Damn.

Very nice, erika. Same theme, but totally different.

Looking Glass War

She gets up in the morning and looks in the mirror. It’s always the same face; same brown hair, same green eyes. There’s nothing special about the broad cheeks, narrow lips, and downward drooping eyes. She strokes blush in layers over her cheeks attempting to lengthen the face. Lines her lips to make them plumper and lines her eyes to make them wider with a bit of an upward tilt at the outer corner. Beneath the bright lights of the mirror, she can see no flaws. It’s only as she turns that the shadows catch her eye. Who is that?

As is very often when I write nowadays, am wishing I hadn't been quite so honest.

Oh, yeah, we can tell where my mind is going with this...

An average woman, an average life. The usual loves and hatreds. She raises her hand in support after others have already broken the surface of the status quo, but she's not the first to take her support away, either.

Decent enough. Her family will not be featured in any story where the neighbors say, "They were such nice folks, never bothered anybody." Neither will there be stories saying "The community honors one of their own."

She pauses sometimes to watch those neighbors, to think thoughts in the privacy of her mind. Her shadow imagines bloodstains on its hands.

edit: no, it's not me

Deb, I'd be happy to take a look.

I haven't beta-ed for you before, Deb, but I'd be happy to, if you'd like. Profile addy is good.

I could also use a beta reader or two, ideally someone who hasn't read the wip before--I spent the afternoon tweaking my first chapter again, and I want a fresh set of eyes to have a look at it.

I'd be happy to look at it, Susan.