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Recreated

This isn't right.

I shouldn't be here.

Damn she's good though.

Using the one thing I've ever loved against me.

Luisa.

I need to leave.

But how?

She is the only one who knows how to let me out of here.

This is a game to her.

Well then, if that's the case, bring it on.

Because no matter who I am.

Clara Ruvelle.

Rose Solano.

It doesn't matter.

I have never  lost.

And I don't plan on starting now.

I look up at Luisa, knowing it isn't really her.

It's just her  messing with my head.

I feel my eyes grow with sympathy.

A thought crosses my mind.

A thought I never million year would even dare to think.

What if I'm supposed to kill Luisa?

The figure, identical to Luisa catches my look... and smirks.

That's when I know.

This not only is just a random recreation of Luisa.

It's the bitch herself disguised as my love.

The smirk stays on her face.

And I feel my own face grow red with anger.

 She lowers her voice. "Oh no, what's wrong Rose? Or should I say... Clara?"

"You bitch." I say through gritted teeth.

She pouts. "That's not very nice. You'd think that you would be nicer to your wife."

"You, are not my wife." I growl.

"Sure I am! Or at least... I could have been. Before you killed my father." She did not just go there.

My eyes widened.

"How dare you." I whisper.

"Do it Clara." She snaps. "Do it. Kill me. You know you want to. All you have to do is take this pretty little neck in your hands and, snap. Get rid of me. It's what you're best at, after all."

"What the fuck do you want?" I press out, trying not to explode in that very instant.

"Simple. I want you to look into the very eyes of the woman you love, and force yourself to kill her." She chuckled.

"You are evil." I say, clenching my fists.

"That's where you're wrong, Clara. You're the evil one. You put me through hell. Then when you left, you put this woman through it too. Now, it's finally your turn."

What?

No.

I know I hurt her, but this is too far.

Right?

And I definitely hurt Lu too but, did I truly put her through hell?

I definitely didn't intend to.

But, as crazy as it sounds, maybe I do deserve this.

I could try to escape again.

I see a razor blade on the sink.

"Uh uh uh. I don't recommend doing that again." She catches me gazing at it. "You are pregnant, after all."

I know what she expects me to do.

She expects me to be weak.

To say I could never bring myself to kill the love of my life.

To kill myself, only so she can only create an even worse reality for me to suffer in.

And she thought reminding me that I'm pregnant, would make me feel bad for killing myself.

But I thought about it.

She isn't Luisa.

This life isn't real.

And I, am not pregnant.

I pick up the blade.

And instantly slash it across the doppelgangers throat.

She gasps and chokes on her own blood, falling to the floor.

"How could you do this to the person you love?" She coughs, bringing her hands up to her neck (which was gushing blood at this point).

"You are not the person I love." I hissed.

Which was true.

She wasn't Luisa.

But that was the absolute hardest thing I've ever had to do.

I stand for about 3 more seconds.

That is, before my legs give out.

I fall next to her, my vision foggy and hazed.

She laughs.

"See you soon, Clara."

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A single blink.

That's all it takes this time.

A single blink and I'm already somewhere different.

It's different this time, though.

This time, I seem to be nowhere.

Everything around me is just white.

White.

White.

White.

Nothing else.

I hear a voice from behind me.

"Rose?!"

I turn and see Luisa.

Running towards me as quick as her legs could take her.

When she reached me, she almost knocked me over with a hug.

Dear god.

It's really her this time.

Why is she here?

Why is this place so different from the others?

"Rose, please listen to me..." She starts.

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