I was roused by a splash of cold water on my face. I could feel that my hair and pillow were drenched, too. Perhaps, he spilled one basin of water on me, it even got into my nose, and I snorted. My brother surely made an effort to raise my blood pressure. He had taken his prank to another level, and sadly, he succeeded this time. I took a deep breath, squeezed my eyes shut, and then beads of water stung my eyes as I opened them forcefully. However, I saw nothing but darkness in my room. I squinted my eyes with the hopes that I could make out even just a little bit of light or any outline of something but failed. It was nothing but pitch-black. Suddenly, I felt restricted, I couldn't move! I realized that I was probably tied up like a mummy, from my shoulders to my feet. I didn't know exactly what I was wrapped in but I was sure it was a fabric, my guess would be my blanket.
My nose flared as my rage began to be in turmoil. I was an idiot. How could I let this happen to me? Once I got loose, I would certainly get my revenge, harsher than he could ever imagine. I heaved an exasperated sigh. "If you think this is funny, you're mistaken, David. This is not funny at all! Release me at once!"
I shouted several times but the only response I received was nothing. I struggled many times but only felt exhaustion throughout my body. I even faked a cry but he didn't give in and only gave me silence.
Panic was kicking off throughout my system. My breathing became labored and I was breaking out in a cold sweat on my forehead and all over my wrapped body. "David," I paused, I didn't expect my voice to be shaky so I took a gulp and took a deep breath, then continued. "I know you are there. Don't make me angrier. Release me now. I swear I'll be a good little sister to you, just unwrap me now, if you don't want to, at least, turn on the light."
Suddenly, I heard someone laughing, however, it didn't sound like my brother. Surely, my brother would never laugh like an old evil witch. My heartbeat quickened as I made an effort to move further away from the source of the voice. "W-who's there?"
My head flicked when every corner of my room was lit by some candles I didn't know that had been there before. I didn't place them there. That was when I knew I must be in a dream and was having a nightmare, though it was vivid and felt real. As soon as I turned my gaze to where I assumed the witch was, my eyes widened in surprise, I gasped when her face was only a few centimeters away from mine. She then lunged at me and jumped on my bed, she was on top of me, sitting on my stomach. I took deliberate shallow breaths as I was shaking my head, crying. Begging for her to spare me.
The witch looked familiar, oddly familiar, as I studied her face. Strangely, she looked somewhat like me but with exaggerated features. Big blue eyes with deep and dark circles under them, long pointed nose, thin and straight pale lips, and uncombed frizzy hair. She was wearing a black loose dress, long enough to cover her knees.
The witch began to laugh again and caressed my face with her long dirty nails. I followed her fingers as she traced my temple to my jaw until both of her hands reached my neck. My tears were streaming down my face as I sobbed quietly. My nose was now also clogged, so I breathed through my mouth. It was hard. Especially, when she was on top of me while a was restricted. And it turned out that I was right, I was wrapped in my blanket.
Slowly, I could feel her fingers embracing my neck, but before she could strangle me, I at least needed to know what was happening and who she was.
I gathered the courage and with my trembling voice, I asked, "who are you?"
She scratched her head profusely. "I am you."
I let out a nervous laugh. I wasn't surprised to hear that, but I was hoping she would've said otherwise. "How am I you?"
She chortled as she threw her head back and after a few moments, she widened her eyes at me which made me frightened. "I am the dark side of you, Diane. I am your rage, despair, sadness, insecurities, fear, guilt, and all your negative emotions. You created me, Diane. It is your wish to die."
My voice cracked as I screamed, "no!"
My chest heaved as I struggled for breath. "I do not wish to die! If you are the dark side of me, then I wish you to go away!"
"No! Don't say that!" the witch shrieked as she used both hands to cover her ears. Her voice was as if there were three voices, though. High, normal, and deep.
I was freaking scared right now but I decided to go on. "Now that I have come to this point, I realized that I do not wanna die!"
Then, she started screaming, almost breaking my eardrums. It seemed like she was in pain, then I noticed smoke emitting from her skin as if she was burning. This was my chance!
I shut my eyes and shouted, "I know now that when you are on the verge of dying, that's when you only know that you actually want to live, so I refuse to die!"
Abruptly, the ringing in my ears stopped. My eyes snapped open as I gasped.
"Thank God, you're back!" said my brother that was on my side, holding my hand, crying helplessly.
Oh, right. I was lying in a hospital bed.
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