I woke up with the feeling I wasn't me. Yeah, that's right, it's weird, I confess, but it was true.
Who was I?
I touched my face. It was my face. But that wasn't evidence.
Who was I?
TURN AROUND.
I sat in my bed. What the--?
It's pretty scary.
YOU HEAR ME TALKING?
Who is talking? Is it me?
Who was I?
I hear a voice. I think I was the one, who was talking. But I was talking somewhere else, to someone else. I stepped on my feet and almost fell on the ground. I looked around-that wasn't my room.
I. Am. Not. Me!
Who am I?
It's pretty scary.
TURN AROUND.
Where is that? Where am I? What happened to the old me?
The old me disappeared.
The room started spinning around me.
Leave me alone!
TURN AROUND.
I walked to the bathroom and wet my face. No change, I still wasn't me. I looked at the mirror.
That wasn't my reflection. That's not me. I'M NOT ME.
I'm a stain.
GET ME OUT OF HERE!!
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…It's pretty scary.
TURN AROUND
BADBLOODKILLJOY
PG | gen | 184 | 11 Dec 2011 | English | archived from |
It's pretty scary XD Inspired by Stain and Turnaround by Nirvana
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author is not affiliated with any real person
mentioned in the story, and all real names are used in a strictly fictional context. No offense is intended.
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