I opened my eyes, staring out at a whitish-blue hallway. I looked around quietly, wonder were in the world I was. I began walking, only to feel a sharp prick in my hand.
I looked down; in my hand was a dying rose stem with no petals clinging on it.
Wait
No petals
I should be dead then…
Why was I alive?
I walked down the seemingly never ending hall, growing tired with each step; kept walking until my feet were sore and my legs felt like led. Just as I was about to black out standing up, I saw a bright light up ahead and I reached out towards it, only to fall heavily to the ground.
As I lay there, wallowing in my own bitter despair and sadness, I could hear heavy footsteps heading straight for me, getting louder with each passing second.
With what little strength I had left, I lifted my head up to see who it was, only to gasp in shock.
Towering above me wearing a sharp-toothed cheshire grin was…. Me.
Well, he defiantly looked like me, if not for a few differences.
One, his hair was all mangled and tangled with dirt and flaking dark red.
Two, his skin was much paler and more rugged than mine.
Three, he was splattered from head to toe in wet crimson.
Four, his iris's were so small, barely noticeable, with a small slit for a pupil.
His grin grew wider and he let out a small, barking laugh.
"So this is what the 'true' Garry looks like; seems pretty weak if you ask me!" he shrieked, laughing loudly and hurting my ears. I growled and his laughing ceased.
"I'm not weak! I'm just tired at the moment…" He raised a questioning eyebrow, then merely shrugged his shoulders.
"I can see. Why are you tired, Garry?" he asked, kneeling above me. Since I was laying on my stomach, it was hard to see him now, but I didn't need to worry about turning around as the other me used a bony hand to flip me on my back, levering my head on his lap. I gulped, ridding my mouth of collecting saliva.
"I honestly don't know; it might have something to do with my rose; it no longer has any petals, but then again I should be dead because of that." I said.
Why was I talking to this guy again? He was an insane, mentally unstable version of me!
He chuckled darkly, reaching behind him with his left hand and placing his right over my mouth. His grin grew impossibly wide as I began struggling.
"Why are you struggling? I thought you said you were supposed to be dead? I can fix that problem in no time!" he giggled madly, pulling out a large, newly sharpened butcher's knife.
My struggles grew; it was no use. The other me had managed to pin my arms down, so I could only move my legs, which didn't help since they were too far away.
I let out a muffled scream as he raised the knife high, ready to strike.
"DIE!"
I blacked out instantly as the metal blade plunged straight into my heart.
