Me

Me just walked into the TV room.

Me is staring at me. The same storm-grey eyes, the same lopsided smile my mother called an elf's grin, the same . . . everything. Me is leaning against the couch arm next to me, like this is the most natural thing in the world. Me is calm, standing without a care. Me is the opposite of me. I can feel each individual fiber on the couch, every rustle of the trees outside. I am hyper-aware of everything.

And I can only stare.

Me says, in the most calm, boring tone, like a clerk (I pray that I don't actually sound like that), "Never seen yourself before?"

I can only stare at those eyes, those stormy, piercing eyes. Me stares at me, waiting, expecting an answer, and my mouth takes control. "What happened?"

Me tips his head. "What happened to what?"

I can feel my head tip too, can feel myself mirroring Me. I snap my head up, not wanting to copy, to even be anything like . . . Me. My mind glides over the fact that Me seems oblivious to the weirdness of the situation. "The world," I reply.

Me walks over, and plops down beside me, and I shift away. Me gives me a grin, half laughing. "You don't need to be scared of me, you know. If I'm to tell you anything about what happened to the world, you can't be scared of me."

I look down at my hands, and Me looks down at my hands, too, and it's like looking in the mirror, except everything I dislike about myself is heightened--and everything I do but usually can't see . . . now I can see everything. It's terrifying.

"Okay," I whisper, glancing over, nervously. He glances up at me, the same exact movement. Me stares at me with calm, grey eyes.

I gulp. "What happened to the world."

''Nothing,"Me replies, and starts to laugh, springing up from the couch. Me starts to change, starts to morph into a wolf. Me's lips pull back, revealing razor sharp teeth. Me starts to growl, a guttural sound that ends in a hiss. I jump up, and my mind stops thinking; every logical thought goes out of my head.

I run.