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5
It didn't stop. Why hasn't it stopped? Please tell me this didn't really happen. I haven't said anything to anyone but it keeps getting worse. And more clear. Tobias, the word means something I can feel it.
Confess? What does that mean? Maybe if I knew that I'd understand why this man screamed at me to do it.
"CONFESS!" The voice yelled. His hand rose above me and came down across my face.
I tried to reach up and touch my face but my arms wouldn't listen. They got to a certain point and stopped.
Again and again he hit me, harder and harder. I didn't know what would happen or if it would go on like this forever. The I blacked out. I hit something, or well, my back did. I was lying on something, the floor, I think. My throat was swollen, I couldn't breathe. I started shaking, hard. I didn't know what was happening or what I would do. Then it changed again.
"It'll help, trust me." Same voice, but quieter. I shook my head.
"No I don't want it, I don't want it."
Don't want what? This person sounds like me, looks like me but it isn't me. He's the other me. Other me, yeah, I'll call him that.
No matter what Other Me said the man with the yellow hair- like J.J.'s- stuck something in Other Me's arm. It pinched, whatever this man was sticking into Other's arm pinched, and whatever came out was cold.
Then it changed again. The same man who was helping Other was now pointing something at his face. It had a round thing in its center that kept turning every time the man squeezed it. Other me was very scared, something about this strange metal device really scared him, well, me. Other Me was looking down the long stem of the device, almost waiting for something to happen. But what was supposed to happen? What did this thing do?
Other Me's heart is pounding at an alarming rate, watching this thing turn over and over again. There's nothing Other Me can do to get away from this. His wrists are clasped together by something connected to the chair. Each time the round thing moved Other Me's heart pounded harder and harder, a strange sensation built in his stomach, the word fear popped in my head.
The bullet's in the next one, Other Me thought. It has to be. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die…
It changed again. Other Me was holding something, something that was pushing the dirt underneath us out of the way.
I hope they hurry. Guys please help me. Tell me they understood, please tell me they'll find me. I'm digging my own grave, if they don't hurry soon he'll kill me. Oh, God please help.
"Spencer." The voice is distant, an echo.
"Spencer are you okay?"
My eyes open and I see J.J. Her face is almost scrunched together in an expression I don't recognize. Her hand is on my shoulder, her grip firm but…caring. There's what I was trying to say, caring.
"Are you alright?" She asked. I nod, then change my mind and shake my head. "What's wrong?" She asks.
"I, uh, I remember…something. I don't know what it was but, it was really scary." I said quietly. J.J.'s face changed into something else, now I really didn't know what to call this look. "There was a man pointing something at my face and he kept squeezing it."
"What did it look like?" She asked. I told her.
"What was it?" I ask.
"It's called a gun." She said. Gun. The name seemed to fit.
"What does it do?" I ask. She shook her head.
"You don't want to know." She said. Apparently I had fallen asleep in this chair behind the…desk I was in.
"Yes, I do," J.J. looked down. "Please J.J. there's already so much I don't understand, please just tell me what this is." She sighed.
"Spencer guns kill people, or protect them."
"What's kill?" I asked. I could tell she didn't want to answer me agian. "Please tell me."
"It's when someone doesn't walk around anymore. They just stop being who they are. Their heart stops beating, and they're dead."
"And, that man, he was trying to kill me?" I asked, voice shaky. "Did that really happen?" I asked. She nodded.
"Yes Spencer it did." She whispered. I stood.
"Where's the bathroom?" I asked. She turned and pointed to the two doors down a hall.
"Last one on the left." She said. I walked toward it. There's something in my eyes. Water, it stings a little. I push past Morgan, Penelope and Emily, not wanting to answer their questions, and didn't look back.
"What the hell was that about?" Morgan asked as J.J. came toward them. J.J.'s eyes were trained on the floor.
"Nothing." She said. Garcia put her hand on her hip.
"Honey you look like your cat just got run over by the ice-cream Man." She said.
J.J. looked up at them. "He remembered." She said.
"Remembered what?" Prentice asked. J.J. stared at her. "Oh." Prentice said. Garcia clasped her hands together and hugged them to her chest.
"Oh," She whined. "Poor baby." She cast a fearful glance back at the bathroom doors and then looked back to the others. "What should we do?" She asked.
"I don't know." Morgan said. "We can let him know if he wants to talk we're here to listen but other than that there's nothing we can do. We can't make him tell us what's wrong can we?"
"What's going on?" Gideon asked. J.J. sighed.
"Reid remembers what happened with Hankle." Morgan said. Gideon nodded slightly.
"Where is he now?" Gideon asked.
"Bathroom, probably tryin' to clear his head." Morgan replied. "Hasn't that kid dealt with enough crap lately?"
"I still think we should do something." Garcia said. "I just wish I knew what."
"There's been another murder." Hotch said.
"Awe man I forgot we had a case." Morgan said.
"We still have an unsub that doesn't care about what happened to any of us." Hotch said.
"Do we have any witnesses?" J.J. asked.
"One." Hotch said, looking over their shoulders. Spencer was walking toward them, his eyes down. He didn't bother to stop when he got close to them but rather went around.
"There's no way," Morgan said. Hotch stared at him. "Hotch we can't expect him to remember anything about this guy. He was probably in a state of delirium when this whole thing happened."
"I know Morgan, but we have to try."
When I walked into the bathroom I immediately went to the sink. The water in my eyes had spilled over and out onto my face. The water was hot and tasted like salt.
Tears, something told me. You're crying. I was shaking as I cried, looking at my face in the mirror, so tired of staring at this stranger and knowing it was who I was supposed to be. Other Me had gone through all that.
Maybe it was just a dream. It can't be real. Nothing that horrible can be real.
For reassurance I yanked the arm of my sleeve up, just to see if whatever the yellow haired man had stuck into me had left a mark.
My crying intensified when I saw the small round circles on my arm. It was true. It did happen.
"What is that?" I whispered, touching the small dots. There was more than one, and that scared me. "What did he put inside me?" I pulled my sleeve back down, not wanting to look at these things. I turned on the water and splashed a little on my face.
I could feel something coming this time. Like when you get ready to sneeze. I was back outside, the same device in my hands. The man was still speaking but Other Me wasn't listening. His and my eyes were on the floating orbs about a hundred yards away. It meant hope. It meant we might live.
It changed again, I was holding the gun. Why? I had it pointed it at the man and fired. The one bu...bullet? that had been in it struck the man in the chest.
The orbs were still there, moving more frantically now.
Other Me ran over to the fallen man. He looked up at me, gentleness in his eyes.
"Y-you did it. You k-killed him."
"Tobias." Other Me said softly. Something happened to Tobias' eyes. They seemed to lose some light and go blank. I stared at him for a moment; Other Me was relieved. I was terrified.
I shook my head and I was back in the bathroom, crying harder than I had the entire time I had spent in the bathroom. My body shook as I sobbed. I couldn't believe what I had done.
I killed him. I used a gun and now he was dead, or gone, like J.J. said. And it was all my fault.
"Wh-what did I-I do? I k-killed him! Wh-why did I-I do th-that?" I buried my face in my hands, unable to stop these tears in my eyes. The water seemed to flow out like the water in the faucet. "It-it's all m-my fault." I breathed. "It-it's all m-my fault. I looked at the stranger in the mirror, trying to decide whether Other Me was a man, or a monster. "W-who am I?"
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