Alone, or Not--Aliyah

Have you ever felt alone? And no I’m not talking about you staying home for the day and feeling lonely because you miss your friends. I’m talking about being completely and utterly alone to the point where you think you don’t even exist. Well, do you? Of course you don’t. You’re the most popular person in the school. You don’t care about loners like me. You walk around the school with your group of friends hovering around you like a cloud, and your girlfriend sticking to your side like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of your shoe. I was so envious of you, that I came to the conclusion that I wanted to be you. So, for the first three years, I studied and copied everything you did. I think it was safe to say that I knew you better than you knew yourself. I even went to the same college you went to, and came up with a plan to finally get what I want. Tonight is the night I go through with my perfect plan. I know you went to hang with your friends tonight, and should be back any minute now.

I taught myself so many things after being alone for so many years. I’m gonna use some of my special techniques on you. I even brought my favorite gadgets to do them with!

I hear your footsteps outside your one-person dorm and can’t stop the excitement from bubbling inside of me. But I had to control myself because I wanted to surprise you. You entered your room, completely exhausted from your previous activities and started to get ready for a shower. Oh my gosh! I was just thinking that your clothes would get in the way, and you started undressing. We think so much alike! I slowly and silently exited your closet and crept up behind you. You didn’t even know I was there. I swiftly pulled a rag out of my back pocket and wrapped it around your mouth, then pulled the zip ties from my other pocket and tied your hands and legs, all in a span of 15 seconds. I taught myself to do this a long time ago and practiced religiously on various items and people until it became a second nature to me. And now I’m able to do it to you! Isn’t that great! As I picked you up off the floor and turned you to face me, I saw the fear in your eyes. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’m going to take great care of you.” I said as I picked you up and gently laid you on your bed. As I got onto the bed, you started squirming away from me. “Why are you squirming away from me? It’s not like I’m gonna rape you. That’s mental.” I told you and sat on your naked thighs to stop you. “Now if you stay still, it won’t hurt as much.” I brought out my favorite carving knife and brought it to your face. When you saw the knife, you started struggling harshly with absolute terror in your eyes.

It made me very mad.

“I thought I told you not to be afraid, and that I was going to take care of you. I was going to go slow for you, but now I changed my mind.” As I brought the carving knife back to your face and started cutting into it, you let out the most ferocious yell, but it was muted by the rag around your mouth. Blood was pouring out by the gallons, soaking your sheets. Your screams were slowly weakening and by the time I was done, you were barely holding on to your consciousness.

Now, my turn.

I’ve mentally and physically prepared myself for this, so besides the slight pain it was pretty easy. I finished carving my face, peeled both of our faces off, switched them, and sewed them in place. You were already dead when I started sewing my old face to you. Such a shame. I wanted you to live through my boring life and see what it feels like to be nothing.

Well, it’s whatever, because I’ve finally accomplished my life long dream of becoming you. I’m finally popular. I finally have friends. I’m finally not alone.