stolen

Who am I Really?

Tears roll down from my eyes and my hands start to shake. I close my fists and my fingernails dig into my skin forcing blood to trickle down and fall to the ground, along with my tears. I loved the feeling of doing that. Of the madness that came with Madi. It made me feel safe, but now it makes me fear. Fear that I will never be able to get rid of her and that she will completely take over my body. I don't know what I should do. I want to run but you can't run from yourself. Can you? I let my tears fall as I try once again to talk. "Wh-What are you doing back? How di-did you get out?" I say forcing the words out. I am scared of the answer I am going to get in return.

"you let me out my sweet Madison.Don't you remember?"

"Stop talking"

"You know on that mission about two weeks ago."

I think back and try to remember. When I had to climb through the car to the front and... and I blacked out. I don't want to believe her, me, us. I clench my fists tighter more blood makes it's way down my hands. I start to feel a pain and loosen my hands to be straight for only a moment then back to the blood. I know that she, I mean I, or we, didn't hurt them other than a few scratches and a couple of bruises.

"ya that one. that mission. The one where you needed protection. I protected you."

"No you hurt me. All you have ever done is hurt me! Why can't you just GO AWAY!" I screamed loud enough to hear an echo in the woods and to hurt my throat. I start to cough. I open my eyes for a split second and see someone standing over me. I look back up in surprise. It was me. It was me with a wicked grin on my face. I then realized it was Madi. Madi always wore that smile. She did look the same as me except for one thing; she wore a purple bloodstained hoodie. She looked down at me with that smile and I could feel my heart start to pound harder and harder. My breathing quickened. I examined her. She was a darker tone than me, almost a smokey gray. My eyes closed and I tried not to look at the other me. I knew that she was still there and I refused to look. A hand reached my face and pulled me forward then off the ground.

"look at me Madison. Aren't I pretty. You are beautiful. A different body than I remembered from a child."

"Why are you back" I manage to speak though her hands are loosely around my neck.

"I'm back to help you Madison. I'm here to let you stop working so hard. I will take your place for you."

"No you won't. I will die before you do. I am the original. If I die you vanish. Isn't that right?"

The now blurred shape drops me back to the ground where I roll from my back to my front and breath in deeply. "How did you know that?"

"I've done some research."I say as i get to my knees. pushing myself up with the only strength I have left in my arms.

"Yes, while that may be true I also have done some investigating. Through your memories."

I open my eyes wide. I had forgotten she could do that. "So? My memories can be wiped." I say doubting myself. If I did that it would get rid of her but it would also get rid of my remembrance of my mother and father. My animals and my life. Maybe there was a way to keep them but get rid of her. "If I do that you will be gone for good. My life will finally be peaceful." I will have less fear of you. Crazy thoughts run through my head. What if that's not true? What if she knows that i'm lying? She wouldn't kill me.

"You wouldn't do that. It means forgetting everything and everyone you have known in your life." Even though she has a point i know that she couldn't do anything about it.

"Yes, i would. For being me you don't know the first thing that i would do." I heard the confidence in my own voice.

The look on her face. That crooked smile that she had, faded from her face. She lifts her body onto her toes, then slowly back onto her heels. I found myself unable to move as she sprung at me.