Cold concrete beneath the unconscious body made the bones go stiff while distant drops was heard in the background. Eyes observing in the dark danced with excitement as the dazed girl awakened.
Muffled cries escaped her chapped lips as crippling pain consumed her. She clung to her knees, ignoring the footsteps towards her.
A pair of gentle, warm hands rested on her shoulder. "Please look at me." His voice was soft and smooth which could set anyone at ease.
With curious eyes, the girl gazed into the man's. "Who am I?" A silence made her words thicken the air as the mysterious man's smile only faltered a little.
"You are Sarah Wilson's clone."
The clone retreated to hiding her face in her knees, scared eyes turning into blurry ones. "That's impossible. I am my own person, not a clone." The man hushed her cries and continued to stare down at her with a calm smile.
"Think about your past." Brows knitted together, she tried so desperately hard to think of something. Anything that could prove she wasn't Sarah Wilson's clone, but she was disappointed with blackness. "You can't think of anything, am I correct?"
Wiping the tears running down her cheeks, the man held out his hand. The girl hesitantly grabbed it and came to her feet.
"Its time to meet your family."
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Identity Theft
Mystery / ThrillerIn a futuristic setting, a clone substitutes as the recently deceased and lives her life.
