Fake it till you make it - Lucathy

7 - Dream

  "Athy. Let's go get some chocolate ok?" I saw a image...

  A memory...

  Mama was standing at the door holding out her hand to little me.

  "Yay! Athy love chocolate!" Little me cheered as she took Mama's hand.

  'Im dreaming aren't I...?' I wasn't in little me's body I was outside looking.

  "Athy! Don't run!" Mama said chasing behind little me.

  As if I moved on instinct I ran towards little me and tried to grab little me's hand.

  But of course I wasn't really there...

  My hand just phased through hers...

  "But Mama! Athy want chocolate!" Little me ran not a care in the world.

  I couldn't do anything but watch...

  Where have I lost myself...?

  Was this who I was supposed to be...?

  The girl running around like a free spirit...

  Where did I lose myself...

  When did I become someone else...

  Someone that's so perfect at putting up a performance...

  When did the saying Fake it till you make it become what I live by...

  "Why...?" I turned around....

  "Why did you do this to us...?" Everything around us was black...

  I just stood there staring at the copy of me...

  "That girl is us! We are supposed to be her!" The copy of me screamed at me while crying hysterically.

  "Why! Why... Have you turned us into her!" I turned around again and saw me on the news.

  Right now I am facing a faded out picture of me on the news with the copy of me behind me and the little me to the side of me...

  "She's not us! So why did you turn us into her!" The copy of me was... Me...

  The me that I no longer was...

  But it was the me I was supposed to be.

  "We aren't born perfect so why did you make us perfect!" I turned and looked at her who was now on all fours with her head down and her hair covering her face.

  "I was supposed to be free... Why did you betray us..." the copy of me said crying.

  I turned to look at little me who was running with the widest and most true smile on her face...

  "Are you really listening to these people?" My second voice spoke...

  Now I was looking at little me with My second voice behind me, the tv screen to my right and the copy of me to my left.

  I turned and saw my second voice...

  It had always just been a voice but right now I could see it...

  It was myself...

  But all my colours were inverted...

  My hair was a dark shade of blue...

  My skin looked black...

  My jeweled eyes looked like the eyes of a demon...

  Yellow faded to red and glowing...