The asshole who lived
Rachel
"Hmm, you seem to like this place a lot huh.. Maybe you could join me, we would make a fun pair…" A familiar voice joked beside me. The familiarity of the voice was enough to spread chills all over my body, at the same time, soothe the burning feeling at the back of my head. It felt like my eyes were open yet closed, I could see her but I couldn't see anything else, just her.
"Araceli…" I called her name lightly before I felt my chest burn.
"Am I dead this time, did i make it this time around??" I asked her, looking at her smile so pretty at me, it was almost like staring at my reflection but the prototype. Even by mere looking at her I could see how much different she looked from me, she looked sharper while I was much more blunt on the edges
"Isn't that a little narcissistic?? Staring and admiring me when I'm you.." She teased as I rolled my eyes in reflex.