Long periods of time went by and and about five refills of the bucket. Vance is soaking wet and freezing.
"I didn't kill him." Vance says to himself with chattering teeth.
"Stop lying to yourself, you did." A voice very similar to his own speaks. Vance looks to the mirror wall next to him and sees himself standing up .
"Who are you?" Vance says with shock.
"I'm Vance Burklin. Or I'm you, or you are me."
"How?" Vance stands up from the ropes that have gotten all raggedy from the water and the struggling Vance has done.
"Don't just stand there. We got to get home before someone finds out that we killed our brother." On walking his way home he was arguing with himself on how he didn't kill his brother and how he had nothing to do with it. Once he got home his parents ran up to him but he resisted.
"I'm not worthy of your affections." He pushes through his family and he he hears them calling for him. He rushes to his room upstairs and slams the shut.
"I hate everything! All of this needs to go away!" He tugs on his hair and screams.
"Stop making a fool of yourself. Your only wasting time. We have to kill them before they call the police." Vance snaps his head to his mirror and sees himself talking to him again.
"Them? My parents?" Vance sees his parents making their way back inside the house and his mind feels like it's being ripped into two.
"They are on to us." His reflection says. He hears knocks on the door but he quickly puts a chair to block their entrance...or his way out.
