A few days have past and weird things keep happening. I keep seeing the other me and it keeps trying to hurt my family. I try to stop it and it always ends up looking like I'm trying to hurt them. They seem to be scared of me and I've been talking to a therapist. I don't want to talk about what's been happening cuz I don't want to be put in a nut house. So I just stay quiet. The therapist says I need to start talking soon or they are going to have to send me somewhere. Then they let me go back home. My dad has to work late so it's just me and my mom. We're watching tv and my mom goes to make dinner. I look in the kitchen and I see the other me looking at me with a smile. Then it's standing next to my mom. It smirks and reaches for my mom. I don't know what it's going to do and I don't want to find out. I get up and grab the thing. I hold its face to the skillet. It's skin bubbles from the heat and its screams, sounding human. It struggles against me and I fight it. It claws at me and I break its neck. It falls to the floor. I look back at my mom, but instead its the other-me-figure. Confused I look back down at the person on the floor. My mothers limp body lays on the floor. I look up and my father stands in the doorway. Jaw dropped.
