Another Me

Ever wondered what it was like to be two different people? Well I know all about how it feels. Half of me is a shy, unsure girl, while the other half is bold and has to be in control of everything. Here's the problem, the bad me is coming out and there is no way of getting it gone. Is there?


"‘I’m so sorry,’ I say as I walk into someone, ‘are you alright?’ He lets me see a peek of a gun, ‘Just follow me,’ he smirks, ‘and everything will be okay.’ I’m scared of what will happen if I don’t. So I follow, slowly at first. Until he turns and glares making me follow faster into a dark alley way. Now I feel safer, like if I clapped my hands he would fall to his knees, begging me to forgive him. Forgive him for threatening me."

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1. Old Memory

‘Most people only know part of you, not many know the real you, for that they should be grateful. When it comes to the people who know the real you, they are scared,’ it laughs like they are stupid, ‘but they have no reason to be yet.’ I don’t feel scared I know that’s what it’s trying to do. It doesn't work. Suddenly it disappears.

 

 It’s like I've met it before. That last time it said something like that I hurt it. How come it’s come back healed? Or maybe I had just faced something worse. Why can’t I remember? I want to. I need to. ‘You will do. When the time is right,’ feeling a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and hit the body it belongs to.

 

 It’s a boy, well he’s really a young man, ‘Please,’ he croaks, ‘Don’t hurt me.’ I punch him again. He falls to the floor. Stumbling he tries to get up, pushing my foot between his shoulder blades. He screams like me touching him causes him pain. Removing my foot I say, ‘Stay or it goes back on.’ He doesn't move a muscle.

 

Walking away, I get a long rope. When I return He is trembling. Hearing my footsteps he stops, ‘I’m sssorry for mmmoving.’ I pick one foot off the ground. He starts crying, ‘Please I’m sssorry.’ I press it into his back but I tell him to shut it. I hear him grinding his teeth together, but if he screams out he fears I will hurt him even more.

 

Once I tie him up, I remove my foot, ‘Now who are you? And what are you doing here?’ Even when I put my foot back on he doesn't answer. I guess that is because I told him to shut it before, ‘You can reply to my questions but nothing else!’ I snarl for added effect. He flinches away from the sound of my voice, ‘I am Uriel, Lady Rosebud, your protector and trainer.’

 

I wasn't in the mood for jokes so I slap him across the face. He cries out in shock at my blow. ‘I’m sorry for spea…’ I slap him again. This silences him into a scared timid creature, I suppose. ‘What is your name and what are you doing here?’ I shout. He starts rocking back and forth before stopping when he realizes I said he wasn't to move. ‘You don’t believe me!’ ‘Of course I believe that I have a protector who can’t even fight me, the person who needs protecting,’ I say sarcastically.

 

I know I am being mean but he made it sound like he is an Angel. A guardian Angel! Aren't Angel’s meant to be strong or because he’s my “protector” he can’t hurt me, but I can hurt him? ‘I’ll ppprove it ifff you tttell me hhhow to,’ he says before saying sorry yet again as I slap him. ‘I’m sure I said you can reply to my questions but NOTHING else.’ I tell him sharply.

 

‘Cut,’ I hear the directors voice,’ Cut! We don’t want it to get too interesting too early on or it won’t be as… impressive nearer the end.’ I know we took it too far but when I am playing here I feel like I’m replying an old memory. One as old as my soul! Then I see the look in Tom’s eyes he fears me, not just in the film but in real life as well. I laugh out loud. He fears me!

 

My day could not get any better then it already was. Knowing me I spoke too soon. So just because I could I went out and bought a lottery ticket. If I win it will be amazing as it’s a rollover week and the top price is 6.9 million pounds. I knew it wouldn't happen, me winning! Though it might be a laugh. ‘My day can always get worse,’ I sigh as it starts raining.

 

But as suddenly as I say that it finishes. As if I have my own angel as well as Tom in the film. That wasn't possible. It couldn't be Angels aren't real. Are they? If they are where are all the videos, the photos that prove that they are real. Maybe the people who have an Angel are put in those crazy homes. Or maybe I am just the first.

 

I hope it is the latter, that I am the first. If I do have an Angel I sure don’t want to be put in a crazy home that would just be terrible. It would be like finding a gold bar in your garden, giving it to a museum because you just think it’s some random rubbish. Then only getting paid a tenner for something worth a million odd pounds. Totally unfair.

 

If I did have an Angel and I some how ended up in a crazy home I would use its powers to help get me the hell out of there. Maybe the people who have them stop believing, as why their Angel would let them be taken away to such a horrible, undesirable place like that. I would never stop believing. I would never because it would give me hope. Give me a reason for not giving up, but to give me a reason to carry on.

 

I suppose it depends on how you think whether you’re positive or negative. Whether you thought it was a test of how much you actually believed in you Angel, or if you think that you had been crazy the whole time. Since when are Angel’s real. If they were, why would they pick me to protect. Why not someone famous or someone living on the streets where protection from an Angel would be the best thing that has ever happened to you?

 

What makes me special? What makes me more important than them? What gives me the right to have an Angel? ‘I’m so sorry,’ I say as I walk into someone, ‘are you alright?’ He lets me see a peek of a gun, ‘Just follow me,’ he smirks, ‘and everything will be okay.’ I’m scared of what will happen if I don’t. So I follow, slowly at first. Until he turns and glares making me follow faster into a dark alley way. Now I feel safer, like if I clapped my hands he would fall to his knees, begging me to forgive him. Forgive him for threatening me.

 

That would be stupid, so instead I punch him just below the ribs. He lets out a whimper. And I know I was right. I hit him several more times before he starts grovelling on the floor. Shakily he hands me the gun, before kissing my feet like his life depends on it. I point the gun to his knee cap, ‘Enough.’ Wide-eyed he stops. Silencing the gun I shoot. His scream gets muffled by the ground. Yanking him to his feet I order him to follow me. ‘But,’ he says while wobbling, ‘I can barely stand, let alone walk.’ Pushing him to the ground, pick up one foot. Expanding his eyes in fear he stammers, ‘I can.’

 

Laughing cold-heartedly, ‘You can, can you?’ I let my foot fall slowly onto his knee cap, ‘funny that isn't it,’ slowly I press my body weight down causing him to squeal in pain. Wiggling he tries to get away from me. ‘I’ll follow you, please…’ he screams as I lift my other foot off the ground for a few seconds, ‘make it stop,’ he trembles, ‘I’ll…I’ll do anything.’ Dragging him to his feet, I set off at a slow jog, before anyone comes to investigate. I see him limp after me as fast as he could.

 

Suddenly I’m behind him, ‘Stop!’ I say while placing my hand on his shoulder. He cries out in shock. Placing the gun to his spine. I force him to march up the stairs. When we reach the top, I unlock my soundproof chamber. Hopping he walks to the closest chair which I chain him to. Smiling I say, ‘I can hurt you as much as I want up here and no-one will know,’ he gulps, ‘so shall we do this the easy or the hard way?’

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