It'll all be over soon. I reassure myself. I just need to gather up all the "me's". Once I find all of them I'll just wish them away or some hocus pocus like that. I check my watch. It says 3:24.
This stops me dead in my tracks. 3:24? It can't be...when I left the house it was only 9:30. Something strange is going on. How could almost 6 hours have gone by when I only left the house about ten minutes ago? That is when a cold realization hits me. They do not want to be stopped. They want to take over my life.
Oh god no. I knew something freaky was going on considering I could clone myself so easily but I never thought it would come to this...
I stand in the middle of the sidewalk looking scared and lost. Suddenly the sun seems like it's beating down on me hotter than before. Much hotter. I'm starting to sweat very badly. I have to go inside before I melt!
I run into the nearest store which is a Starbucks. I throw myself down onto a cool booth. I don't even know myself anymore. Ugh! Get yourself together Stacy! You can't kee- beep beep beep. My phone rings. It's my father. I answer the phone.
"Hello?" I say
"Hey Sweetie. I thought I should just call and check on you. You looked paler than normal this morning"
"Yeah, dad I'm fine don't worry"
"Okay if you say so. Also, I didn't know you were going to the mall. You should have told me! I would have been you and your friends personal escort!" He exclaims.
This makes my heart stop.
"D-Dad what do you mean..?"
"Why I just saw you and a group of gals walk by. You look much better than you did"
"I have to go Dad. I love you bye" I hang up the phone.
This has gotten out of hand. I'm not even me anymore. I'm scared. I want this all to end. Right now. Please. Oh no I feel tears coming on. I look around the barren Starbucks then quickly run out the glass doors. I'm going home. If they want my life then fine. They can have it. I run home. I don't care if people see me cry. I just wanted it to stop.
I lay down on my bed and close my eyes. When I wake, I tell myself, this'll be over. No more other Stacys. Only this one. "Only this one... " Those were the last words I heard before I fell asleep. Only I was not the one who said them.