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Not From Here

Have you ever wondered why a person can change so drastically overnight? Why you can see them one day, then the next they're a whole new person? I think I know the answer to that now. That happened to me. I was that person. Sort of. It's a strange feeling to know you will most likely never be able to leave the place you could never belong. It was never supposed to be like this.

See, there's this phenomenon that occurs when two similar places get too close to one another. Some things in one place seem to just disappear, while in the other, things seem to appear out of nowhere. There are a few recordings of people seemingly walking or driving into existence. Ever wondered how that was possible?

That's where I come in.

As someone who researches the supernatural, the idea of an infinite amount of universes existing was the most prominent one. Imagine how I felt when I discovered that these parallel universes really do exist. From what I've gathered, parallel universes are usually so similar, it's nearly impossible to tell them apart. A simple yes-or-no question can change the course of the entire universe. For every choice made, there's another universe created where the other choice was picked. And then, there is one where the choice was never made, or never came up, in the first place. That is the main difference between most of the universes.

Little did I know, my memories would quickly become a problem here. Or rather, our memories.

I learned about the existence of the "me" who lived in the universe I'd found. She was incredibly different: so quiet. She held none of the interests I had. It was fascinating, so very fascinating. So I tried to get into the universe, and succeeded. I got exactly what I wished for in all the wrong ways.

The moment I set foot in that "new" world, everything seemed to go wrong.

The "me" I'd found disappeared from right in front of me, and I couldn't remember a single thing about myself. I should have realized how bad of an idea this was. Of course there would be consequences for having two of the same people in the same place at the same time. It was an anomaly recognized by the universe, so it got rid of one of us, right? That's what I initially thought. How wrong I was.

Somehow, I knew I needed to get out of there, so I tried everything I could think of to get out. Nothing worked. What was I supposed to do? I didn't even know why I had to leave or where I was supposed to go, yet somehow, I just knew. A few people came up to me. I didn't know them at all, yet I knew all too well who they were. "Hi Mom, Dad," the words came out of my mouth before I really knew what was happening.

"Oh? Hi, Aleina," 'Mom' replied. "Why are you just standing there?" I was notably confused before I looked around.

It wasn't until then that I realized where I was. It was strange. I was in a house I'd never been in before. Yet, I somehow knew it was mine. It was a kitchen. A small, homely kitchen. Why was I in here? I remained silent. I didn't know how to respond, but something in me did.

"I'm not sure. I forgot what I came in here for." Why did I come here? I'm sure there was a reason for it, but...No, I didn't walk into the kitchen. I know I didn't, so how...I came in here for something, but what was it? I guess I'll just go back to my room...My room? Something doesn't add up here. Something's wrong, I can feel it. I don't...I don't belong here. The revelation had gone in the strange way it had appeared. "I guess I'll just go back upstairs."

I walked into a room, it was her room; 'my' room. It was unfamiliarly familiar, of course. What else could it be? I stayed in 'my' room for the rest of the day. I couldn't really do anything without knowing what to do. I think something in me realized that I wasn't meant to be here. I constantly got that feeling for many, many days after the incident.

I quickly assumed a lifestyle of barely interacting with anyone and staying in 'my' room. My 'parents' told me about many things from when 'I' was a child. I couldn't recall a single thing they were saying. It slowly made me realize where I was from, but it wasn't like I could actually tell them. Who's going to believe a person, one who looks exactly like their daughter, had accidentally trapped their real daughter in her mind when she tried to enter a universe she clearly wasn't supposed to be in?

I had to fib constantly and became quiet, never speaking unless it was necessary. I couldn't give them any hints that I wasn't their daughter. And before I knew it, I'd become a living lie. 

I've tried many things to leave this place and get back to my universe, but for now, it seems like I'll be staying here.

This is just a random story I came up with. It's basically me falsely explaining why I have a terrible memory.