2 Nights Later
I am woken up by hearing strange noises outside our bedroom. I look and see Ian is sleeping, so it can’t be him? Is it-oh god. What does he want now?
I slowly walk down to the kitchen, “Re-Reflection I know you’re there…” I stammer out of my heavy breathes. I have myself in fight mode. What could he possibly want now? “I...I’m not afraid to use these hands! They can punch too god damn it!” I yell louder. I hear glass breaking, yet nothing is broken. “What the hell?” I whisper quietly to myself. I hear a footstep behind me, “It’s you!” I swiftly yet speedy turn around, with my fist in the air, just to discover a sleepy eyed Ian. “Anthony...what the hell.” He whispers tiredly. “I-did I?” “Yes you did wake me. Now what’s going on?” He asks. “I..I swore I heard something.” Ian winces his eyes, and looks all over the living room and kitchen, and then to the garage, “There’s nothing here babe.” He says as he walks back towards me. “Now are you sure there’s nothing you want to talk to me about?” He asks, I shake my head, “Must’ve been my imagination.” I force out a giggle. “Anthony.” He says more sternly this time, “Is there anything you want to talk to me about?” He repeats. I lie and shake my head, “Nothing, I think I was just having a bad dream..” Ian widens his eyes a little, and he looks as if he wants to ask something else, but sighs, “Well alright then. I guess I just have to believe you’d never lie to me.” He says, lightening his tone. I smile at him, as I peck him on the cheek, “I would never lie to you, you shouldn’t even have to question that anymore.” He holds my hand that is resting on his face, “I don’t.” He says in between giggles, “Now let’s just get some sleep.” “And cuddles?” I ask him sweetly. He happily sighs, “Yes Anthony, we can never not throw in the cuddles now can we?”
The Next Morning
I am making Ian breakfast. I guess you could more so call it pity breakfast, since I honestly feel really guilty for keeping him up last night, but then again, I don’t mind doing it. Especially for him. I crack raw egg onto the sizzling frying pan. Ian walks into the living room, with a look of shock on his face, “You’re cooking?” He asks. I giggle, “You act like this is the first time you’ve seen me cook.” “Uh well, I guess if you wanna consider picking up burgers at the drive thru cooking, then yes! I’ve seen you cook many times!” He teases, as he comes over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, and nuzzles his chin onto my shoulder. “You don’t have to cook me breakfast babe.” “I mean I know I don’t have to,” I begin, as I look behind me and give him a wink, “But I want too.” He kisses my shoulder, “Thanks babe.” He says, as he begins rubbing my arm up and down. “It’s an honor.” I say, as I begin to notice something odd. The frying pan isn’t sizzling anymore and….oh god. Ian’s frozen. Not again. But I don’t see him?
I gently pull myself away from Ian’s frozen embrace as I hear an echo throughout my house, “Misery..” What? “Ok you know you can just come out Reflection! I know it’s you!!” I pause, “Unless there’s like, some sort of neighborhood somewhere with like thousands of you! Then the world as we know it would be screwed.” I continue. “Misery..” Once again. His voice is bouncing off the walls of the house. As if I can actually see those silent yet painful whispers everywhere. “Misery…” Suddenly, he appears right in front of me, with both his arms behind his back. “Well, Anthony, it just had to come to this.” He says, circling around me. “What are you? How are you? Wait..” I stop mid sentence, as I notice I can’t move. At all. What is happening? It’s as if I’m suddenly paralyzed? “Had your selfishness not been so blatant Ian may not have had to suffer the fate you have ultimately chosen for him.” He begins to rub his fingers through Ian’s beautiful hair. I try to get him away from Ian, but I can’t move for the life of me! “Get away from him you bastard!” He giggles lightly, as he comes closer towards me again, “I thought up a game Anthony. It sounds fun.” He begins, as he starts circling around me again, “It’s something I like to call, Body Switcher. The premise of the game is, I become you, you become me!” I look at him in confusion. “See, you and me are already I. But how fun would it be if I made you literally me? You know...to showcase your true colors towards Ian. Your love. Your soulmate! Your everything! It should be fun..” Before I can think of any words to say after this, I black out.
To my luck, it doesn’t take long for me to wake up again. I stand up. Things look…..odd? I don’t even know I can’t possibly explain it. I look down at my hands and, why are they pale? I see mirrors surrounding me, I run towards one. Holy crap….my eyes are pitch black! And my skin is pale white! Did we...switch bodies? But if we switched bodies that means...oh no!
Suddenly, I no longer see myself in the mirror. Well, I do see me. And me...well he. I don’t know how to explain anything anymore...wait? What, what he he doing with that burning frying pan?
(A/N) Cliffhanger oops! Hope you all liked it!!
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