Creepypasta Stories

Splities

A crash, that is all I remember. The painful screeching of cars coming to a hault before the cars slammed together. I could mostly see only black as my vision faded in and out. Eventually, I regained fully consciousness to find myself upside down in my car. My father's beer bottles were broken and spilled all over the ceiling of the car. Next to me, my father was unconscious, but I could slowly see his chest move.

I spent days in the hospital; getting used to slipping in and out of consciousness. Eventually I overheard the doctors every once in a while speaking about seeing me get up and walk. Having no recollection of this, I ignored them and dismissed it as sleep walking; they soon believed it was sleep walking as well. 

After spending a good month in the confinement I came home. My father still drank constantly and left the empty bottles and glass cups on tables. My mother was also still the same, going out partying with her friends and cheating on my father. It was as if the crash that night never happened. Well, at least until I began sleep walking yet again. Night after night I began walking more and day after day I faced the same consequence of getting hit with the belt. I tried to do everything I could to stay in bed, even tying my arm tight with a rope. However, all attempts were for nothing.

One morning, I awoke to something that sent chills down my spine. A note on my nightstand with a bloody print of a thumb. It was at this point I realized that my thumb matched perfectly against it and had a deep red stain. 

'Dear other half,

I suppose your name is Brent while I am Daniel. There is no use separating us; I am your darkest intentions. Any anger you feel, I feel as well and any happiness I feel, you feel. Everything is shared between us. We are one.

Sincerely,

your other half'

I felt an overwhelming sense of fear, but at the same time I felt some type of comfort. My gripped seemed to tighten on the letter slightly and I decided to write a letter back to this Daniel character. I then went to wash the blood off my thumb. 

Once again, I was beaten with a belt. Though I felt it millions of times, I grew angrier as it happened. I tried staying calm as my father shouted many swear words, beating and bruising me. I felt the pain of the belt hit on me as time seemed to slow and I whispered a name that I had just became familiar with before everything went black.

I sat in a tree, cleaning fresh blood off a knife as I smirked slightly. Below me was a corpse of a dead woman that I last remember flirting with. Daniel once again took over. I wasn't upset over him killing a woman like this, after all, his happiness made me feel happy as well.