The gun he held was pointed at me, he didn’t trust me…He thought I was a fraud. I lowered my gaze; I didn’t want to look at my best friend- my only friend- as he killed me. “Just do it…” I didn’t recognize my own voice, its tone dull and sorrowful, “It’s not like you’ll believe anything I say.” I looked up to face him now, I changed my mind; I wanted him to see my face when he shot me; I wanted him to know the pain he was causing if he shot me. “How do I know that I don’t need you..? After all, the other one of you…is young.” I stiffened, younger than me? Why was this? “She’s younger?” My voice repeated what I had just briefly thought about. “Yeah, you didn’t know this?” Grayson sounded surprised. “No, why would I?” I snapped, suddenly very angry. He expected me to know about this, he wanted me to be the fraud, huh?
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This version of Amber looked much more like the one that I currently knew, but I couldn’t be too sure of this yet; I found it odd she didn’t know about the other version, after all; I had found them in the same room. I ignored her snide remark, and grabbed her arm; she didn’t even try to pull away. I dragged her into the room where I kept the younger one. “Sit.” I commanded, simply. I forced down the smile when they both sat at the exact same moment, and then gave me the same expectant stare. They were so alike, it should’ve been scary…but I found it comforting somehow. “Now, you,” I pointed to the younger one, who looked surprised, “You remember everything of Amber’s memory six and down, right?” The young girl nodded, giving me a small smile. “And you remember everything of seven to sixteen?” I almost didn’t ask I knew the answer to the question. I turned away from the two of them, thinking hard about this. Could it be possible for the memories of someone to be broken apart, and those memories become a person as well? It would defy the laws of nature, but maybe; just maybe this theory is right. If it is right, then—my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a scream. I whipped around, but by the time I had turned, both of the Ambers’ were crumpled on the floor, both holding their heads and both expressing the worst amount of pain I could imagine. I bent down and looked in-between the two, the older was the first to speak- “Grayson, you have to choose one of us…we can’t both exist…” Her voice was hollow; she was asking me to choose…I couldn’t kill either of them. They were both Amber, and Amber was my best friend. “Y-You’re asking me to do the impossible…” I replied, looking between the two. “You know her more...” The younger piped up, and I was once again taken off-guard by a statement. “D-Don’t say that!” I looked at the younger now, she flinched under my gaze. “It’d probably be easier to take care of her.” It was the older who spoke now, her gaze was also on the younger. “Shut up both of you! I’m not killing either until I know exactly what is happening!” They both looked at me with the same blank look, waiting patiently. “Now, I’m going into the living room to think, you two are going to stay in here; and just…I don’t know!” I got up, leaving the room in a hurry. Those two…they were probably debating on which one of them I was going to shoot. I didn’t want to kill either, in all honesty, I just wanted Amber back to normal; maybe there was some way to reverse this…whatever it was, maybe I could get her back together, back into just one Amber with all the right memories and so on. My train of thoughts were cut off again, but this time; it was a different noise, the sound of glass breaking…