Not Easy Being Me

Not Easy Being Me: ch5

Wilford was in his walk in closet, looking at his yellow shirt one last time before stripping it off, folding it neatly and putting it to the side. He looked back down seeing a white undershirt over Dark's body sighing as He grabbed the bottom of the shirt, slowly pulling it over his head, wincing as pain shot up his arms and shoulders. It took a few seconds for him to actually get it over his head but once it was he quickly lowered his arms, relieving him of the pain. He sat the shirt down taking a moment to breath. He felt like he did a thousand push up that morning. He then sighed, shaking his head, his arms trembling from the sudden cold. He rubbed his arms shivering lightly, trying to warm himself but to no avail. It was like Dark's body only attracted the cold air. 

He continued to shiver as he went to pick up the fresh undershirt, but his attention was caught by his body mirror that layed before him. He slowly looked up at his... or Dark's reflection, squinting his eyes as he drew nere, the reflection doing the same. He stared at his bare grey chest. It wasn't small and skinny, but it wasn't as toned as his old body either. His arms had some muscle, but not like his body, this one felt... weak. Wilford right away hated how much shorter he was than everyone else, he just wouldn't admit it. Other then that, something else caught his attention, as he looked Dark's body over. Wilford found that his body was littered with, scars that almost looked like... stab wounds. He turned around, finding more on his back. The scars were... very unsettling. Then finally his attention was brought to the middle of his chest, were a discolored hole layed permanent upon Dark's skin... It looked like a bullet-.

BANG!

He slowly backed away, looking down at his hands that were now stained in blood, pain shooting through his chest that was hotter than fire. Hearing the sound of the colonel's voice as he descended off the railing.

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT, I SWEAR!

Wilford gasped quietly, clutching his head, starring at his reflection in horror, Dark's body doing the same. 

Those... those aren't m-my memories... w-why would I-?

Wilfy just.. calm down... calm down.

Wilford took a second to calm down, realization striking him. There must still be memories trapped in Dark's mind, memories that are now playing through Wilford's head. He could feel the pain of the bullet that was shot through his chest, the feeling of his back hitting the floor, breaking his fragile bones... everything.

Wilford took his eyes off the mirror, sadness over taking him. Its no wonder Dark never took off his suit in front of the others and it's no wonder he's in a great deal of pain. He quickly grabbed the undershirt,  slipping it on to hide Dark's secrets within it before changing his pants and slipping the white button up shirt next. 

After what felt like an eternity, he had finally got everything on, even adding his pink suspenders under the suit, to give him a little bit of familiarity. Other than that he was done... well almost. He stared at the undone tie in frustration, finding it alot harder to do. He was a bow tie kind of man. He tried with the best of his ability but nothing seemed to work. He grumbled leaning in closer to the mirror. 

"This. Damnedible. Thing." He grunted tugging it.

William?

Wilford froze, his body quickly turning around searching for that voice... that familiar voice almost sounded like-

Wil?!

Wilford turned once more, slowly starting to back away, the sound of a females voice filling his ears.

Wil?! William is that you?!

Wait... is that... celi-.

"WIL ARE YOU GONNA BE IN THERE ALL DAY!" His own voice shouted, indicating that it was Dark, who sounded alittle impatient.