Many Faces Of Me

Chapter 1: Being Me

A round of loud, impatient knocks sounded at the door of my apartment. If they knocked any harder they'd likely break my door down in the process...

I was about to unlock the door to to see who it was when my instincts stopped me; I knew better than to answer the door without knowing who it was... Especially after everything I'd been through.

"Who is it??" I called loudly before they decided to start hammering at my door again.

There was a moment of silence before somebody cleared their throat, "Miss, we have reason to believe you are wanted by the government. Please cooperate and open the door... If you don't, we will have no option but to use force." a deep voice stated calmly.

My pulse rate quickened considerably and I span around, pressing my back up against the flimsy piece of wood that separated me from the people who wished to kill me...

"Miss. Open the door."

I had to get out of here. Now.

As I caught a glimpse of myself in my hallway mirror, I couldn't help but feel kind of sad. This was the last time i'd ever see myself like this... Light blonde waves framing a beautiful, but slightly childish face. Big, blue eyes alight with fear.

Shaking my head to regain my focus I realised my only way out was my bedroom window, where I could drop onto the roof of the building next door...

I sprinted into my cosy room and slammed the door behind me, just as I heard the sounds of those people trying to gain entry to my apartment... I didn't have long left. I had to change.

Staring into the mirror opposite my double bed I winced as i watched my hair slowly change colour, starting from the roots until fiery red had completely replaced the blonde I'd come to love... Then my eyes quickly switched to a vivid green, causing a tear to escape as I mourned the loss of the life I'd enjoyed for the past few years.

Soon I was ready; my slightly childish face replaced by a pale and utterly flawless heart-shaped one, and my skinny physique replaced by soft curves. I was also a lot taller, and couldn't help but stumble slightly as I headed for the window...

Climbing out was an interesting experience; but it seemed my fear of heights hadn't transferred from my old body to this one... So, with the sounds of those people raising my apartment spurring me faster, I had soon made it safely to the street below.

Taking one last look up at my apartment window, I couldn't help but let another tear escape my eye. I really hated this aspect of my so-called life.

I really hated this aspect of being me...

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