The Sim-ilar Archive Of Every Double Ganger

CHAPTER 9

It had been tricky tracking her. She was not a person who left the house too often. After a very disappointing run after her car, I had to sit down and weigh my options.

In the end, I rented a scooter for the day. Surprisingly it was not much. Surprisingly I had been taught how to ride one.

I took it and stood outside her society, disguising myself among the trees.

Sometimes I felt like the trees and the sun and moon were all I had.

They sat there, quietly, basked in their own quiet majesty, and let me do whatever I wanted.

Uh, but I had important things to do.

She finally came out, dragged out by her mother. Her mother seemed like a typical Indian mother with a bit of a twist. Her mother was more like a teenager than Simran herself.

She was in the car, but I had memorized the number plates.

I had memorized everything.

But she left, and I followed her in my black Scooty Pep with a butterfly helmet.

They went to the mall, and her bored expression was seen on the face of every mannequin. They called her towards them.

I waited. I found the perfect spot and I waited.

And then, I saw her.

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She looked different in person. I do not know how to explain this, but she did. And I know we look the same.

But in person, she was not half as embarrassing as she looked when I saw her. I thought she would be the kind of person I would not like.

She was the exact person I would not like.

So, when she said something about the twin pranks, I smiled inside my head.

That was my first thought when I saw her on Facebook.

Things in India go viral for no reason at all. And she was the main example to prove that.

The reason Simran went viral was so stupid I don't even want to specify it. I'm embarrassed for her.

She stood gaping at me, and I let her.

She deserved a minute to deal with this sudden development.

I had seen her face a million times, it was only now that she had seen me. I wanted to let her catch up with me.

Soon I was going to find it funny, so I wished she would recover.

The second I felt a laugh form inside of me, she started talking.

And well. She was a nervous laugh-er.

And that made me very happy because it means I was right about someone. Once again.

Talking to cut through the awkwardness seemed to be fit perfectly with her personality.

Then I realized, that I was so engrossed in my analysis, that I wasn't saying much.

If I wanted to get her to like me, I would have to be a person worth liking.

And most people worth liking, talk.

I said something to her and suddenly, unexpectedly she asked me the question that I thought she would never ask.

She asked me for my number.

And woah.

I thought I would have to run into her by mistake at least a few more times to get her anywhere close to her number.

And I felt a few things for her at that moment.

I felt happy and shocked that this happened so easily.

And I felt sad that she would dole out a number from somebody she just met a minute ago.

Just because I looked like her, doesn't mean I was kin.

Not everybody is nice. I should know, I'm not.

And I felt guilty. This girl. She seemed gullible. She seemed talkative. She seemed loud.

But she was still nice. And most importantly, she still seemed innocent.

I never thought I would find myself in this situation.

That was when the real extent of this entire thing I was doing came back to me.

I had been thinking so much about me all the time, that everyone else had ceased to exist.

And then the cold set in. It was not just I feeling that took me by the collar. It was an extreme change in expression.

I went from sunny smiles to gloomy eyes and downward face very fast.

And mostly, I'm just really happy when it sets in. Because when it does my brain shuts down and it all gets easier. And I'm weak. One moment of ease is something I would fight for. I know that is running. But you know I'm a runner.

But just this once, I felt guilty that it set in, because, for the first time, something inside of me would compel me to cause someone hurt.

And I knew I would have to do it, but most of me tried to deny it at all times.

But as I said earlier. The deepest, truest, 'me' was still the same person it always was.

And I couldn't deny it anymore.

This was something I would have to do and I would do it. For me.

However wrong it felt.

But at the end, there was one thing I kept thinking about.

If I was to do this, I would have to kill everything human that was inside of me.

I was doing all of this so that I get to be me, but after killing most of me, what would remain?

If only it would be easy to kill and revive which part of me I wanted, and when.

Maybe I could, Maybe I will.

I have controlled and changed so many things about myself.

This would be the most extreme test of my abilities.

Passing it would be the only thing that would keep me alive.