Chapter Thirteen

“Why are you crying?” a delicate voice asks me. I dry my tears and see you sitting on my bed.

“How did you get here?” I demand softly, hugging you.

“What do you mean?” you ask, puzzled. “I have always been here.”

I look you in the eyes, looking for a trace of a joke, but you still look puzzled. 

“You found me,” you say, stroking my cheek and pulling a tear off.

“I did?” I ask.

You laugh. “You did. You did, you did, you did.”

“How’s the arm?” I ask, yawning.

“Better,” you say, sliding your sleeve up and showing me the thin scratch.

“That was it?” I ask, running my index finger on it.

You open your mouth to say something, and then close it again and your eyebrows narrow. I feel like I know that look, so before I can control myself, I yell, “Take me with you!” I don’t know what it was about that sentence, but whatever it was, you screamed and disappeared. Suddenly, neither of us is in my room any more. I’m in a jail, and you're gone.  

The End

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