Chapter 2

Kira started her normal nightly routine, knowing that her sleep would be far from the norm. She stepped inside her bathroom and began to take a shower. The water was so warm, it steamed off her body. She needed a wake up call from the insanity that was her mind. Maybe her head was making her suffer from all the years of cramming information for her academic team into it. Or, from the countless hours without rest to learn solos for the glee club and her ballet steps for an upcoming recital.

But , it wasn't for any of those reasons. Her brain was trying to speak up. He was trying desperately to reach her. And she was afraid what might happen once it all became clear. What would become of her? What would become of the life she had always had? Would whatever the boy with her face presented her with kill her?

As she walked out of her shower, all these questions raced through her head. She grabbed her favorite pair of pajamas, purple plaid pants and a black tank top, and headed for her mirror. The reflection sent chills down her spine. Her hair was beginning to change back into it's original curly texture. The blue in her eyes sparkled like aquamarines in bright sunshine. She could practically see his face in the glass. The sight made her sick.

What was she now? A carbon copy of this boy, whose name she didn't know? To be mentally pegged as not herself, but his doppelganger? This night would answer the question of who she really was. And, she wasn't quite ready to face it head on.

She picked up the phone and pressed speed dial number one. She waited for someone to pick up, each ring seeming to last a lifetime. The third and final ring ended her suffering. A girl picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Oh Luna, I'm so glad you picked up."

Luna was Kira's best friend since middle school. Although a year older than her, they instantly clicked in band class. Luna was a flutist, Kira was starting out on the French horn. Ever since that day, they had been inseparable. She could talk to her about anything and everything. Even psycho dreams about a kid who carries around an overgrown key with your face.

Luna's voice sounded flat. "What's up, sunshine?"

She was now worried. "Ummm... stuff."

"Can this wait till tomorrow morning? I'm really tired."

Kira frowned. "Sure. See you in the morning." She hung up the phone.

First the dreams, now her best friend was acting weird. Could anything else go wrong? Possibly, but she needed to know. One thing might still be the same. She pressed speed dial number 2 on the phone. She waited and waited, but no answer. Not surprising.

She ran to her nightstand and unplugged her cell phone from the charger. How she loved it so. She typed in the number and texted:

You there?

The response was almost immediate.

Yes, Kira Christine Galeheart. I'm right here.

She replied back:

Shut up, Genmu.

Genmu was Kira's other best friend. They met last year when Kira entered high school. The two always had a close bond. Some people even thought their relationship was romantic. Which it wasn't.

He responded back:

Fine then. When your dreams go bonkers on you, don't call me begging for advice.

He was the only one she told about the dreams. He understood her confusion at this point of time.

I'm sorry. Wish me luck tonight.

His reply was:

I do. Good night Kira. Happy dreaming.

She didn't response to his message. She just hid under her Pokemon covers and fell asleep, fearing the dangers that might be awaiting her.