Warning: This work has been rated 16+.
My eyes opened. It was another morning. As I stood up, I noticed that my head was hurting. It seemed like I slept like shit again. I rubbed my eyes a little bit and just as I turned my head, I saw it. There was a note on my desk.
It said: come down for breakfast ;)
„What the fuck?“ I said, tilting my head and squinting.
My mother never does things like that, and it wasn't my birthday either. "Well, whatever,“ I thought.
I turned to the door and opened it. And as I was slowly walking down the stairs, I heard people laughing histerically. The sounds ringing from their throats were similar. Too similar. And familiar. My legs started slowing down. „What's going on?" I thought. Suddenly, the laughing stopped. You could cut the uncomfortable silence with a knife. I was already in front of the living room door. I didn't know what to think. I stepped in, opening the door, and I heard munching sounds.
I turned my head to the right to look at the white, tall table, and there I saw… Myself. A literal carbon copy of myself feasting on a meal.The only difference was that he didn't have my dyed red hair. His hair was light brown, just like mine was before. He seemed to be enjoying his meal, but I couldn't see clearly what it was yet. At this point I just wanted to know what the fuck was going on, so I stomped forward, somewhat confident but still careful.
I couldn't believe what I was looking at . These… Creatures were eating a heart. I stood there, behind them in disbelief. There was another clone of me sitting at the other side of the table , eating his half of the heart gracefully with a fork and knife, his mouth closed. He was pitch black, like the darkness you see when you close your eyes, yet he had the same body as me, and the same voice. At this point the blood was splattering all over the table. I took a few steps back. How could these people eat a heart in such cold blood? My legs were shaking like two straws on a windy day. A thought crossed my mind: well maybe they are eating a pig's heart or something. I mean it's weird but okay, I guess… Or maybe I should get out.This is freaky.
The guy with brown hair turned around. „Wahnt some?" He muttered with his mouth full of blood and meat, sploshing it around while he was struggling to speak. I could see an artery in there, and the sound was crunchy and squishy. This unsettling sound reminded of a huge cocroach being squashed, and the insides spilling everywhere. It was disgusting. It felt as if every hair follicle on my body stood up at that moment.
„No. Whose heart is it?" They countinued eating. I took a step back. I could barely speak.
The brown one smiled, proudly revealing his blood smeared teeth. „Try it and you'll know.“
I stood there for a minute, completely frozen.
„Oh yeah, we haven't introduced ourselves, have we?" I am me, this is me, and you are also me. „Hi!" Whispered the dark figure.
„I am what?Wh- WHAT KIND OF?“ The dark figure was waving awkwardly. Suddenly, a small „me“ crawled out from under the table. He was full of bruises. He had long brown-blonde hair and tanned skin. It seemed as if they were trying to hide him with their legs. He started crying, but there was no sound coming from his throat. When I looked at him, I started weeping uncontrollably, yet they didn't even acknowledge he was there. The guy with the brown hair finished his meal, and the other one was almost done. He picked up a tissue and wiped his blood-stained lips. He let out a short, bitter laugh, looked at me in the eyes and said: „It's yours," while the dark figure was mercilessly gulping down a classy glass of wine, with a smug look on his face, like that was something ought to be celebrated.