My Other Side

1
My other side is much like my original side we look the same walk the same and dress very similar but there are a few differences we act and feel very different. I wasn’t always burdened by this other half this other me. I first started to notice him when I was about in the 6th grade my parents split up and I was constantly jumping back and forth from household to household which eventually crushed every school friendship I have ever had and naturally I resented them both for this. With no friends and very little human contact I began to look inward for comfort and I started to notice this other side of myself looking back at me from within. Me and this other half would play together constantly nobody ever really questioned it everybody just assumed he was my imaginary friend but little did they know he was far from imaginary. I began to sleepwalk when I was about 16 years old. My mother was the first to find me sleepwalking she said I was kneeling overtop of my sister with both hands wrapped around her throat choking the life out of her after mom pried me off of her I simply went back to my bed knowing nothing of the situation when I awoke. Ever since my first sleepwalking incident my mother insisted on padlocking my bedroom door. Frequently I would wake up in the morning and find my knuckles smeared in blood along with scratches running up and down the door. I am now 28 years old and have learned to deal and live with this other being residing inside of me.

2
I awoke in the morning with massive bags under my eyes and absolutely reeking of cigarettes. I rub my throat "good god he is smoking a lot these days" I scope out the kitchen and living room trashed as usual and of course the front door is left wide open.
I walk over to the computer and grab a post-it and start jotting a reminder on it.

"Can you please shut the damn door and clean up after yourself before you go to sleep"

I take the note and stick it to the door. I then open the front door to retrieve the mail. I lift the lid to the mailbox and stick my hand in SNAP! "Shit what the hell!" I pull my hand out gushing with blood and stuck on the end is a massive rattrap. I burst back into the house and grab a tea towel off the kitchen counter and start applying pressure to the wound, bad enough to bleed but ill live without stitches. The rest of my day and night go on as usual grocery shopping, flirt with the chick at the video store even though I was never really planning on renting a video and I am pretty sure she sensed that to but she plays along and flirts right back at me and then back to sleep wondering to myself how he is going to respond to the note I left him.

3
My eyes slide open and I glance down at the throbbing in my hand "I cant believe I actually got him with that one he must have been pissed" I laugh to myself. I scrawl out of bed and look out the window "dark as usual" I head down stairs towards the kitchen but on my way there I notice something on the door. The anger builds in me as I read the note back to myself.

"Do I complain when he doesn’t flush the toilet no or when he forgets the milk on the counter no I don’t because nobody is perfect!"

I open and step out onto the front porch and lift up the flowerpot where my smokes are hidden and begin immediately lighting one up.

"He thought the rattrap was bad he has got another thing coming."

4
Well rested I sprung out of bed in the morning bright eyed and bushytailed my hand has turned a deep purple and the cut itself looks rather infected but with time it will heal nicely. I gingerly bounce down the stairs and glance at the front door my note is gone and the door is shut I guess he got the hint. I walk into the kitchen and pop open the fridge door "Oh my god!" I burst out loud all the while pinching my nose so I don’t smell what I am seeing. A dead rat lays belly up on a dinner plate with a post-it attached to it reading

"I caught this fat sucker in the garden last night you wouldn’t have a rattrap would you?"

"That sick freak what the hell is wrong with him" I say to myself so confused and baffled on how to deal with this matter or even to deal with it at all.

After I removed the rat from the fridge I went on again with my day as usual the mornings are extremely frustrating as you can plainly see. I made a quick stop at the video store just browsing around and having a few quick words will the girl behind the counter then headed home. When I pulled up the drive I noticed my flowerpot was hanging slightly off the edge of my railing and decided to place it elsewhere when underneath I delightedly found the source of my sore throat.

5
Out of bed I jumped and strolled down the stairs into the main room and kitchen and swung open the fridge door happy to see the rat was gone knowing he obviously found my little present I left for him. I walk to the bathroom to drain whatever it was he drank during his time as ruler of the body. I lifted the lid to the toilet and saw I guess you would call it his payback for the old rat in the fridge prank. I reached into the toilet and pulled out my cigarettes.

"What a jerk off doesn’t he know never mess with a smokers cigarettes were supposed to be friends!"

After I returned from the store with a fresh deck of smokes I pondered on how I should handle the current situation me and my original side are in and decided.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold so I shall wait until another night or until a better opportunity arises."

6
As I looked around the house in the morning everything was in place nothing had been trashed and surprisingly no notes had been left for me to discover I would have thought the smokes in the toilet would have been enough for him to set the house a blaze but maybe he finally grew out of his childish fits. I again went to the video store to talk to my newfound friend Cindy.

"How’s it going Cindy any new releases today?" I say in my shaking voice.

"Of course there isn’t it’s the middle of the week you should know that by now for how many times you come in here" she laughed with a cute smirk on the end.

"Well maybe its not the movies that keep bringing me back" I replied and we both laughed together.

"Well then go on don’t be shy why is it that you so frequently stop by here?" she said even though we both know the answer to her question. Its funny how people ask such things almost reassuring themselves they know the people around them.

"I have been playing this exact moment in my head and what I might say when this time found it’s self between us" again the shakes returned to my voice.

"What is it that you always wanted to say to me?" She replied and then I noticed it’s odd that a woman’s voices never shake is it because they are the ones always to determine the outcome?

"I would love if you would join me for a cup of coffee sometime" brief but to the point I don’t know if my voice could handle much more conversation then that.

"I would love to and it’s about time!" She burst back at me and we both laughed.

I took her phone number and her address so I could pick her up tomorrow night and headed home with the lightest feet I have ever known nothing could bring me down I was on cloud nine.

7
Like before I crawled out of bed my hand no longer hurt but still looked very badly beaten but there was new soreness, in my cheeks like he had been smiling far to much for his own good I wonder what could have put him in such a pleasant mood. I move around my house with boredom setting in. I go into my closet and pull out my best pair of jeans and throw them on while doing so I notice something in the front pocket of the jeans I reach in and pull out a women’s number 555-2676 Cindy with a heart on top of the I and then a address written below that. O really it seems my best friend has taken a liking to this Cindy girl. All ready dressed up and now I have a date seems like tonight has gotten better already.

8
I pop out of bed a new man eager for the date and the friend I have longed for all my life. Then I notice I am wearing jeans and a dress shirt with lipstick on the collar.

"Where the hell did he take me last night"

I reach into my front pocket and pull out Cindy’s number but this time its shredded in to pieces baffled and scared I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen and there she lay lifeless with a post-it on her forehead.

"I am your only friend"