PART IV

Wait…his name was Alex too…? I remembered my other self that saying it was me who created him…so it doesn’t make any sense if the other me is the dead son of my mother…or perhaps he’s lying about the whole creation thing.

I know my life right now is a living hell, and I have always kept my rage and other violent tendencies to myself but. Is really possible that it became something even more dangerous…From what I’ve read a lot of cultures are familiar with spirits that are not yet capable of walking into the other side.

My thoughts are circling my head and it's annoying…I have no other choice but to speak to him and directly ask the other what is he really.

A long tiring day awaits me tomorrow so I decided to sleep earlier than usual. I went up to my room getting ready for bed, I closed the lights and opened my lampshade. I tucked myself with my blanket and tried to sleep, I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply.