At one moment I thought I was me. Instead I was this other person named Aren. My mother told me I was two people in one body, but I never really listened. I kept bragging about how single I was in my own body. And really it was lonely.1
The first time I ever encountered a double me was when I actually fell off the stairs, where nobody cared to call for help and ask me if I was all right. Bastards, I thought to myself that day. If they've done something to help, the other me wouldn't be alive right now. 2
It was stupid of me to think since Penelope, the person who kept my body alive for so long, was listening to everything that I've said in my head.3
NOTE: I just wrote this out of boredum. I hope you guys like it. <3
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