Anaela"Why don't you just take a step back?"
I stared into the mirror, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. No one here, but it was coming from...somewhere? A hidden wire perhaps? Planted to psych me out until I crumbled and my gang fell with me too? A test to see if I'd be a reliable leader, by my mother?
A trick, nonetheless.
"Leave me alone. Whoever," I said shakily, "Wherever you are."
"No."
"Please," I begged, my voice cracking a little as I clutched the bathroom sink in the little restroom attached to my office. A slender mirror, a sole sink, a tub, a flimsy trash can, and a toilet.
"Fall back, little leader."
"This gang is mine's," I said angrily. "I don't have a choice but to keep it."
"Is that what your mother tells you, little leader?"
"Maybe so," I shot back. "You seem to know a lot about her. Who are you?"
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes heavy with stress, my vision shaky from all the caffeine I've had to ingest to maintain a semi sane state for this lifestyle. No wonder my mother was so eager to throw it onto me. She's probably with her other family in Canada, being a normal woman while she leaves her birth daughter to struggle.
Or maybe she's moved onto another man, a married or a single one. Regardless, she's always happy to care for someone else...anyone else, besides her daughter.
"I know your mother really well. All the things you don't let yourself notice- I do. You're quite blind, Anaela. Did you know that?"
"I do now," I said tightly.
"We aren't enemies, Anaela. More so...we could be partners," the voice purred, a delighted tone to the very familiar voice. It had a dangerous edge to it.
The part of it that made it so unrecognizable:
Pure chaos.
"Do you want to make a deal?" I asked through clenched teeth.
"Relax. God knows you need to, little leader," the voice said somewhat tauntingly.
"A deal? Do you want to make one? What do you want? I have access to plenty of cash. To plenty of things. I'm not who I used to be, since you apparently know me so well," I pressed them.
"A deal would be fine. Matter of fact...a deal would be ideal," the voice chuckled.
"What do you want from me?" I whispered, my nails screaming as they bent via my tight grip on the counter.
"Everything you have, Anaela," it whispered.
"What?" I stared at my reflection in confusion, feeling the world seem to shift underneath my feet in sudden dizziness.
"Everything you have," it repeated as my vision left me...and all I saw was darkness.
AS
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, then at the pinkish tint underneath my nails that had to be blood. I smiled softly back at my reflection, hearing the screams of Anaela bouncing along the walls of my mind.
A fractured mind that had just seen too many battles. So much so that, I had come into play. A fragmented section of her personality. A chance for another side of her to shine as she healed.
It was time for her to rest.
And for me...to be free.
As her other half, it's only my duty.
Right?
I opened the bathroom door and smoothed my tie down. I wore it untied, with only the vest, a dress shirt, and matching pants. My hair was pressed smoothly back into a bun, sunglasses resting on the top of my head as I brought them down on my eyes.
Something new rang in Anaela's eyes. Eyes that will never be hers very soon because obviously...she's too weak to handle this body. To weak to have control over her mind. Too weak to suppress her subconscious, as that is what I essentially am, in loose terms.
I'm AS.
And if a person looked too closely.
They just...
Might...
Realize...
I'm not her."Thanks for snapping, lovely," I chuckled to myself.
It was getting quite lonely being a voice in someone's head. Now...I could be much more.
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