Doppelgänger

Chapter 6: Alter

"Hey sweetie, you arrived just in time for dinner." My mom gleam with excitement. I locked the door behind me, dropped my things next to the entrance, and advanced to the table. She was making chicken stir fry with some white rice along with a side dish of salad. My stomach rolled at the sight of these delicacies. "Looks like someone's ready to dive in." I smiled when she said that. "Malik, time for dinner!" At this time, Dad had just come through the door. I wonder what he has in store for us today.

"Hey, how's my champ today?" He said high fiving Malik while proceeding into the dining room. The table was already set with plates, forks, knives, and cups. The only thing that's left now is the food itself. "Great. I scored a 98 on my math test." He said in prestige. Oh come on, I hope he doesn't think he's the king of the world, just because he got an A. "That's great, now let's get on the table before mommy has a fit." "Okay..."

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Thirty minutes has passed and the room is fill with silence, well from my side of the table. Mom, Dad, and Malik were all chatting themselves away. If it wasn't for the mood I'm in, they probably wouldn't even noticed I was there. "Honey, you haven't touched your food. Is something wrong?" To be honest, I don't even know what's going on with me, it's like I'm losing myself. And it's weird cause I was just feeling okay awhile ago; crazy isn't it? "No, It's nothing. Carry on with your conversations, don't mind me." I assured her. Ouch! "Hahahaha, gotcha!" Malik cried. Thats it, I've had it with this kid!

"If you kick me one more time, I will destroy you! I'm dead serious. Off goes your head." I said as I pound my fist onto the table.

"Rhiannon..... Apologize to your brother..."

"He's not my..... FUCKING brother, okay!"

I got up from the table and left in a hurry. Dad went after me, pulling onto my arm and forcing me onto the wall. "No child of mine is going to speak like that in my house.... Say you're sorry."

"(Chuckling) And what are you going to do about it, pops?" What's wrong with me! I can't get myself to stop. "I like to see you try and hurt me..... I'll make you wished that you never have messed with me." Dad kept his nefarious glare in his eyes for a moment or two before he release me. I glance at Mom before Malik made eye contact with me. He seems frightened, like he just saw a scary movie or something. At this point, his eyes became watery and with that he left the table and dashed upstair towards his room. The tension strengthen even more when Mom begins saying: "What makes you think you can get away with this? Don't you have any heart for the poor child? His parents died in a car crash when he was younger, all he wanted is a little love and care. Why can you just be nice?"

"Well that's not my fucking problem Bambi. I'm getting tired of all your shit...." Clap! I fell to the floor while cupping onto my left cheek. "You will not talk to your mother like that.. You hear me! I mean it, dammit!"

"Screw you. I'm done..... You all can go to hell." I found myself, quickly getting up and rushed to my room. As soon as I close the door, I felt myself coming back to normal. I let out a sigh of relieve while I pressed myself against the dresser. Oh man, what just happen! Good girl, I almost had to drag it out of you. That voice again. "What the hell is going on with me!" I shoved down all the stuff that I had on the dresser to the floor. Upon them, was a snow globe that Aislinn had gave me when we were younger. It was a gift to her by her mother before she died and passed it onto me. Now, the top piece is broken and all the water inside of that shell is spreading across the floor, turning into a meager puddle. I saw a black shadow run pass my floor mirror moments at a time. My room decked in darkness, I turned on the lights until it chipped out and I was back in it again. I have some candles in the draw somewhere, so let me go get it. As soon as I light the candles, I quickly collapsed like something was pulling me down. I look around the room but no one was there. Then the eerie urge came again, throwing me across the room. My body began shaking like an earthquake, my throat became dry, and my mind tends to start fading away from me. "Oh my god! What the hell!!!! Ugh!!!" Shhh, this will be painless... "Please, tell me who the fuck are you?!" The less you know, the better... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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I wake up with a throbbing pain in my side but mostly on my back, lying on my bed. It seems that I was here all night; but when I saw the wreckage in my room, I gasped in horror. "What happened in here? Ouch." The headaches made their way back into my life again. I slowly crawled towards the floor mirror which is cracked with a huge line going right through the middle. With that, I grasped at the image that was going through my mind, my heart clenched. "What happened to me?" I look like the devil's little princess. My hair, went from lovely golden blonde to sadistic jet black. There were scars on my neck and chest like I've been carved by a knife, a dagger. The benign appearance of Rhiannon Carter is no more. I don't know who's this person is anymore. I felt as though I'm a empty I.D. card. No name, no identity. I feel the bleak adrenaline going through my veins, my lips feels like I kissed a pack of cigars; just waiting for a kiss of death. I'm no longer optimistic, just drained. I slipped off my clothes and proceed to the bathroom, not caring who would come up and see me. As I went into the shower, I noticed red marks on my backs; and I turned myself to the mirror to see two big tattoos on either side of my back. That was the point when I felt my blood pressure reached its downfall, I heard yelling coming from Mom and Dad. They're arguing about me; but what have I done? I thought things were going to be okay when people started to acknowledge me but I'm starting to think I'm going crazy. These blackouts, these headaches, the alter; what does this mean? I grabbed the shower curtains and yanked it out, went into the medicine cabinet, taking out the sharpest object I can find. Then turned on the shower, letting it run on cold water and took a seat in there. I looked at myself, inhale and exhale and look at the ceiling. The world doesn't needs me, neither does my parents. I'm finally understand the assignment the topic I got a week ago. If being crazy, makes you feel barren and malignant, I don't want any part of it. I slit my pains away, my veins going black, my vision closing, and me......... nonexistent. Goodbye, it was nice while it lasted.

"Rhiannon, where are you honey?"

"Rhiannon?"

"Maybe she's in the shower, Mommy. I hear the shower running."

"Rhi, Your father and I- Oh my goodness! Rhiannon! My baby! John call 911! Malik don't come in here, go to your room."

"............"

"Go dammit!!!!!!! (sobbing heavily) Why?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"