Second Chance

Chapter 2: Who... Am I?

"Who... am I?"

Hello, darkness, my good friend. It seems I am here again for who knows what reason. Well, if you want to be my best friend, maybe you could help me explain what is going on?!

I laugh bitterly cause I know that nobody is going to answer me.

At least that's what I thought...

A light glimmer from my right so I turn to it. I start walking closer, not fearing anything since I probably died in that garbage home of mine. Hah! As if I could call it, home. It was just a shelter. Anyway, what harm can come to me now that I am dead so I walk to the light.

The closer I got to the light, I start to realise that it's coming from a door frame. There's no door as if it's inviting me to go in.

Oh, what the hell, it's not like some evil demon going to come out and murder me. I'm pretty sure I'm dead and earlier was just a weird dream. I laugh bitterly cause; one, for sure it's not funny and two, I'm fvcking dead. One heck of a way to die and not living a real life.

I stand in front of the doorframe. I look inside and it's a bathroom setting. Similar to my cramped smelly small bathroom. I walk in not knowing what is going on still but I need to find out.

After walking in, the setting is the exact replica of my bathroom except one thing is different there. I didn't have a mirror but this one does. Curiosity kills the cat. I walk up to the mirror and look straight into it.

Just like an electric jolt course through my body and it cause me to fall down.

Fvck this shlt.

I took a deep breath and got back on my feet then I look back into the mirror. My eyes went wide for a second and the reflection is doing the same. I close my eyes for a moment, which I found out I can even though clearly, I am in my own headspace. I took another deep breath to calm myself and reopen them. Slowly.

That's when I see it. Again.

The boy staring back at me isn't me. He looks nothing like me. He has a clean cut with his hair neatly shaved on one side. He has droopy eyes with a deep eye bags. He also have nicely arch eyebrows that match his wide forehead. He has this long straight nose which I'm pretty sure the polar opposite of mine. He also have thin wide lips.

This boy look sickly pale and his cheeks are hollow like he didn't get enough food to eat. I think its cause he has a high cheekbone but it didn't look good on him at the moment cause he's kinda too skinny. Similar to my body physique. I notice he has a tattoo here and there but I pay them no mind.

I move my head to one side and the reflection follow my gesture. Everything I did, the reflection does it the same.

My eyes then turn to his background. It doesn't look like my bathroom. It look clean and spacious. I squinted to see more and then turn around to compare but when I did, the bathroom I was in has already changed. It change to the clean and spacious bathroom I saw behind "my reflection".

What the... fvck.

I flip my head back to the mirror and see the same boy. Then my eyes trails down to the tap. I notice a bottle of pills so I brought it up to my face. There's this weird word that I can't even pronounce on it but soon after is the word "Depression". I feel myself frowning when I read that. I continue looking at it and then I see a name.

'Luke E. McKenzie'

Luke... that's the name they kept on calling me.

Is this what this boy is called...

I look up with all seriousness and my face all scrunch up. Correction. His face. Then I chuckled at my realisation. I keep calling him 'boy' but I'm not that old. I was only 17.