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I turned my head sharply, because I thought I heard something, hiding in the shadows of the room's corner.
I turned my head sharply, because I thought I heard something, hiding in the shadows of the room's corner.
the air chilled, my skin prickled. a lead like feeling filled me. I couldn't quite place it but something was wrong
I couldn't bear it. Was something there to hurt me? "Hello?" I called in a small voice.
"good evening" a voice answered. I could feel my blood drain.
because I knew I was alone
I went still, except for my hand, that reached for a small knife on the counter. '"Who are you?" I called in my most confident voice, though even to me it sounded weak.
"I am someone you might know, actually, no, you know who I am,"
"I don't know you" "You do but you don't know you do."
"I am not quite positive right now."
The voice laughed, "Remember me, remember. I've always been with you, child. Just not in the way you think."
Unsure of what to do, I back away slowly
His laugh slowly died, and I felt my spine go ice-cold. That creep was staring at me. I took another trembling step back, away from the talking figure.
But he was folowing my steps. I staretd going faster.
I was running. I don't know when I had started, but all the sudden I was racing to the door, a knife in my hand, hot tears streaming down my face.
I sprinted as hard as I could, and just kept on going.
The knife slipped from my hand, and then I looked down, and I finally realized I was in a alleyway, all alone.
My breath was sharp and my eyes were wide. I had no idea what I had just done.
A shadowed figure crawled it’s way around the corner. It’s hunched back preventing me from seeing its face, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to.
A slight whine of fear escaped my mouth. I reached over and picked up the knife again, my shaking hands pointing it wearily at the figure. "W-who a-are you-u?"
Your worst fear........................
"I-I don't-t u-unders-stand-d," I whimpered, feeling the tears pour down my cheeks again.
"Then explain-n i-it to m-me?"
Shadows flickered across the wall, I can almost hear them laughing at me.
I feel as though I don't exist and question my very existence
the voice screams
"WHATCHA GONNA DO?"
"WHATCHA GONNA DO?"
I stood up tall, figuring that if this thing is gonna try to take me down, I was gonna go down fighting for a change.
As I stand my fear slowly fades away from me.
Still having the knife clenched tightly in my hand, I yelled out, "I'm not going run anymore, come here and face me", though I wished my voice wasn't so shaky.
"Fine" the figure said
As he came out of the darkness I immediately knew who it was.
As he came out of the darkness I immediately knew who it was.
The shadows still cloaking his eyes, he steps forward.
Shaggy blond hair, wideset blue eyes, lanky stature... I was looking at myself.
I wanted to say something, but there were no words coming out of my mouth
"Recognize me?" He wore my smile as he looked at me, but it had a knife-sharp, icy edge to it. It was the smile of a wildcat that had successfully cornered its prey.
I wanted to run, but I felt oddly drawn to him. His appearance, his eyes, even the knife in his hands.
Why did he look exactly like me? What was this version of me doing here, in front of me?
I was going to ask him, but the sound of a thud echoed through the hall. I shuddered.
"Why won't you speak?" he demanded, voice bristling with impatience. "We are the same person. Do you not want to know why I am here?"I nodded tentatively, and managed to choke out a weak answer. Yes.
"Good," he said, looking both sides before continuing, "But we can't talk here. Too many people. Let's head over to your apartment. Street 7, District 19, if I remember correct?""How do you know my address?" I had found my voice, and my courage with it.
"As cliched as it may sound," he answered with a huff, grabbing my hand and dragging me across the lobby. "I am you from the future."
If I was going to be like this in the future, then I didn't think I wanted to live, I thought.
Every good thing about the now me has disappeared. The easy smile, the innocent eyes... this stranger seems so cold, so deadly...
He dragged me across the room, with no pity or regret for his past self. I dare not think that this will be me some years later
He throws me into a chair and leans over me with a hard, menacing stare. He looks me in the eyes and in a gravelly voice says, "Where is she?? What did you do with her? I've been searching for years and I know it all comes back to you!"
He throws an accusing finger my way before grabbing another chair and chucking it across the parlor in pure hatred.
He throws an accusing finger my way before grabbing another chair and chucking it across the parlor in pure hatred.
"I-I-I don't know what you are talking about." I replied, though I thought I knew something.
He glared at me, murderous gaze boring into my own as he scoured for a lie. He looked past the panic, confusion and traces of anger in my eyes before sighing as he stepped away."Of course you wouldn't know her. You are from the past. I suppose I'll have to fill you in, and hope that you remember."
"Do it quick. I have got homework to complete at home". I tried to sound confident, but I kinda choked on the last words. He noticed it.
"Don't think I don't know you well. I am you". He leaned over me. "Any word now from your mouth and I will cut one of your toes. So, shut up and listen." He was becoming impatient now.
"Don't think I don't know you well. I am you". He leaned over me. "Any word now from your mouth and I will cut one of your toes. So, shut up and listen." He was becoming impatient now.
((me over here thinking dang unable to form a coherent thought))
"You know what.. NO. If you have all your toes.. which I'm assuming you do, and you're me from the future than this already happened to you... me... whatever, so you're not going to hurt me! Now get on with your stupid story that my brain psychologically blocked me out of... but sure GO ON!"
"You know what.. NO. If you have all your toes.. which I'm assuming you do, and you're me from the future than this already happened to you... me... whatever, so you're not going to hurt me! Now get on with your stupid story that my brain psychologically blocked me out of... but sure GO ON!"
I dropped the coffee mug, and it shattered on the ground.
I went to clean up the mess, but before I could, my father barged in, his expression told me he was NOT happy.
He wasn't. He yelled, about the coffee mug, about his stressful life, all of it.
He made me feel bad for him. He didn't deserve something like this. I wanted to make it up to him....
And so on