Do you know how it feels like to wake up and see your body sleeping?
Not only that, but to also see your body waking up on its own while you’re still floating there is crazy.
Well that was what happened to me.
I was floating here and I wondered if my body can see. It acted just like me. My body cracked open an eye, then blinked. Now, it was checking my phone right after waking up. I reached out my hand to touch my body and it went right through it. I observed my body getting ready for school. I really felt like I was watching myself. It was so surreal. Every movement was like my own.
I glanced at my floating self in the mirror and my heart jumped. This wasn’t my body but I did recognize it immediately. He had a much bigger build than me and his facial features were much softer than mine. The floating figure I saw in the reflection is my comatose brother. So I was in John’s body. A cold chill went down my spine.
Does this mean that John’s in my body?
I swore John had made eye contact with me in the mirror. I wondered if he can see me and if this was one big revenge plot.
I tried to speak but no words came. I desperately tried to even make a sound, but it’s useless. Instead, John looked at me right in the eyes and smirked evilly. A smirk I had never seen before.
Did he know what I’ve done?
That’s impossible. If it’s true, then the whole family was in danger. John went downstairs and ate breakfast in the kitchen. Mum was in the kitchen stirring her cup of coffee. He smiled sweetly at her. Too sweetly.
“Someone’s in a good mood,” Mum chirped up.
“You have no idea, mother.” He emphasized on the word ‘mother’.
“That isn’t me. That’s John!” I screamed out to her at the top of my lungs but to no avail, she did not hear me cry.
To my horror, she turned her back to grab something out of cabinet. I dashed forward to block him but his sprinted right through me. John snatched a knife and sneaked up on her. She suddenly turned around.
Mum collapsed onto the floor, dropping her cup of coffee. Blood spilled out of the wound, colouring the wooden floor, a dark shade of red.
John squatted down and inched his face near her ear. “Missed me, mother?”
Mum’s eyes widened in disbelief and she raised a hand to touch his cheek “J-John?”
“Tsk. Tsk. No, this is your darling William.” He pointed at the name tag on my school uniform.
“Your darling William had murdered you and the world will finally know how screwed up this family is,” as he twisted the knife in her chest, pushing it deeper. Mum gave out a cry in pain and grabbed his hand softly without any strength left.
“Still fighting? That’s a shock considering the fact you didn’t fight for your son at all.” He yanked out the knife and plunged it back in, tearing her fragile blood vessels.
John grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her to the other end of the kitchen to have more space.
“No…” Mum trailed off as John punched her repeatedly with such brute force.
I didn’t how or when but I found myself on the cold tile of the kitchen. I sat with my arms wrapped around my knees just watching the ordeal, silently begging for it to end.
He wrenched the knife out, and with a shaky voice said, “This pain is nothing compared to what you put me through.”
Her chest was not moving then. “Did I say you could give up? How dare you leave now!”
John was livid and gave one last hard trudge into her skull.
“One down, three more to go,” stated John, locking eyes with mine with his deadly glare.
I felt useless. I can’t do anything to help but perhaps this is my fault. I caused this to happen. I kicked at myself.
“Shh. You’re just the audience. The audience has no right to interrupt during a performance.”
John weaved through traffic. I had no idea where we were going. I kept glancing towards him, trying to find a clue. He obviously wasn’t going to school as he ditched his school clothes for some casual ones.
When we reached our stop, I had already figured out exactly what his plan was. John walked confidently through the hospital doors and pressed the elevator button to the 6th floor.
“Is this really the way you want it to go down? Murdering your whole family?”
“I’m not murdering my whole family. YOU are,” John grinned maliciously.
He strolled into room 617. I noticed a familiar figure sitting at the side of the bed. His back was slouched and he was reading the newspaper. I could already predict the outcome of this ordeal.
John walked silently into the room with a hand in his pocket gripping a bloodied knife. The knife hovered across dad’s neck. John’s hand trembled. He still cared about dad.
“I tried you know. I really did. It was just too hard with all the evidence pilling up,” Dad mutters.
John’s brown eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw.
Long quiet seconds passed.
John broke the silence. “But you still gave up on me.”
In one swift motion, John sliced Dad’s throat. It was a quick death and much less torture.
Now he faced me, his face much calmer but his eyes piercing right through me. “If only I could see your crumble.”
“Just keep in my mind that this is all your fault. I sincerely hope you know that, because look at what you made me do,” John waved a hand over dad’s body.
The room remained still until John began to laugh. “Oh, I was actually waiting for a response, but then I remembered you couldn’t talk.”
“That’s just how I felt for the past few weeks,” John spoke seriously and stared at his own body lying on the hospital bed. He reached down and caressed his hair, leaving some blood stains on his forehead.
John stabbed a knife into the patient’s heart. A beeping sound is immediately heard followed by the rush of nurses into the room. They were stopped in their tracks when they saw the situation in the room.
John then plunged a knife into my real body. The pain was excruciating and I realized that the nurses were delaying their aid to me. They rushed to treat John and my dad. Before I knew it, I noticed that I was back in my own body, bleeding out and waiting for the same fate as my family.