The Young Me (sorry, very short)

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I slowly opened my eyes. Wilfred hadn't disappeared but, he had been shut up. He was also held on the ground by a figure. I couldn't see who or let alone, what it was.

I then saw the shadowy figure lift up a rounded item. It then flew down onto Wilfred's head as a cracking sound was heard. I cringed at the sound and held my eyes closed tight.

It then went silent and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes and I turned around. I was greeted by me. He looked just like me of course except he didn't have stubble on his chin and his hair had the point at the front.

"Are you OK?" He asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Did you kill Wilfred?" I asked. The younger me giggled and shook his head. "Of course not. I only knocked him out using the metal baseball bat Dark used." "Oh, OK. I'm just hoping this stops him from wanting to do what ever he was trying to accomplish." I laughed.

The younger me looked at Wilfred and shook his head. "I don't know what happened to him though. He was fine at first and then he died. I saw his spirit inside of you and then it just disappeared."

"Well, do you think that when Dark killed him he made him evil. I doubt it because it's not possible but...." "Oh it is possible. Especially when it comes to Dark. He's like the...... Dark Magic vodoo man. You never know what could happen when it comes to him." Younger me interrupted.

I nodded. "Well, if I were you I would try to find a way to get out of here. Wilfred could wake up at any time and try to kill you again." Young me informed. Once again I nodded and walked away waving.

Trudging on away from myself and Wilfred, I banged into a wall or something. I fell to the ground and landed on my butt. I slowly stood up shaking my head and rubbing my behind. Well, that hurt I thought.

When I was fully up, I noticed there was a knob attacked to the wall. I placed my hand upon it and turned it to notice I opened a door into my room. I walked out of the weird world/ illusion box and closed the door.

When it was closed, the door disappeared and I only saw my window in place of it. I shrugged and walked out of my room to a silent house.

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