The Impostor

Chapter 9 - Is This Vodka? I'm Seeing Myself

I sat on my bed, my mind blank. I was holding the bottle of liquid in my hand. The bottle had a note to it saying: "It's not poison, you know. It gives you back your memories."

I sighed. If I didn't drink it then Grey would probably make me drink it. Besides, if I did die, then 1, I would be with my father again, and 2, I would prove Orange wrong. I still didn't want to die.

I got off my bed and looked at my alarm clock. It was 9:40 p.m. I sighed and put the bottle down on my desk. Then, I climbed back onto my bed and put my arm over my eyes. I closed my eyes and started to dream.

The next day I woke up and saw a couple of crewmates talking with Orange. As soon as Orange saw me, she turned away, her nose high in the air, muttering a small "Hmph!" as she stomped away. I scowled. What was her problem?

I approached the crewmates and Cyan said: "Only eight more days until we go back. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Look, I'm not staying with a person who is calling me a murderer."

"Orange will take forever to finish Polus 100 on her own! Can't we help her first?"

"No. I already told the Space company to send another ship."

Cyan frowned. "They can stay with us. The more crewmates the better."

I scowled again. "Who's in charge here, Cyan?"

"You..."

"Exactly, now go do your tasks."

I sat down on my bed again, sighing. Taking the bottle of liquid in my hand, I drank it all and instantly felt dizzy. Then, all of a sudden, I could remember me, going into medbay, stabbing Blue, me following Lime to O2 and spear tonguing her, and me, feeling so angry, that in the middle of the night, I snuck into the cafeteria, planning to poison Yellow's food. Instead, I saw Yellow and used a gun to shoot him.

I killed them. Orange was right. I was a murderer.