Locking my eyes onto the mirror, I studied myself long and hard. My eyes were fixed on every detail from my tall neck and small nose, up to my green eyes and long shaggy black hair. I smiled revealing my teeth. I told myself that maybe it was my teeth or maybe my way of presenting them.
No matter, I thought. No one wants to be around me. I want to know why.
"Surprise!” A voice from behind made me jump. It was myself – well – sort of. I may have actually cloned myself in order to realize the horrible truth. I needed something beyond the mirror. I wanted to fully see myself in every aspect and dimension – so I cloned myself.
Don’t be so surprised. That kind of technology can be built in someone’s garage in today’s world. I remember long ago when people would go on dates asking, “What gender were you born as?” now it has changed to, “Are you an original or a copy?”
Don’t worry. I am the original. My copy is about to suffer my hands strangling him to death. I wanted to take my towel rod and bash his brains against the wall. He won’t ever let me have a few moments of peace. He is always wanting something.
Is that how I am? It’s hard watching him. He is the exact copy of me – so maybe that means I am guilty of the same type of behavior.
"What do you want?” I asked. I looked back into the mirror trying not to punch it.
"I’m starving.”
I rolled my eyes. God I hate him. Does that mean I hate myself? I want to change. I can see that now.
"It’s in the other room.” I replied smiling. I showed my teeth in the awkward way that made him laugh. He acts like a child.
The copy of myself walked into the other room and rejoiced at the sight of food. I turned my head looking back at the mirror. I looked symmetrically appealing but I knew I had flaws – flaws that I just wanted to delete.
I remember having friends at one point. At first they loved me. When they got to know me more, they almost felt threatened in some way or offended. I didn’t understand how people could just turn an off switch towards my personality. I felt like it was because of my biggest flaw. I wondered if it was a flaw that people saw when I tried to display my teeth proudly. I wondered if it was because of my constant need for never being alone. I began to wonder if it could have been my appetite. I knew my clone was eating in the other room, yet I still find myself staring into the mirror.
I finally walked into where my copy was eating. I stood there watching him help himself to a dead cow lying on the floor. He looked up at me with blood dripping from his chin. He gave me the same awkward smile that I would always give others. I couldn’t help but to laugh.
Oh yea – Maybe it’s because I am a vampire.
Suddenly, I heard the cloning machine ring on its own. I turned around with confusion scrunching my face together. The machine rang over and over again. I walked over to the stairwell looking down. I saw shadows gather close together.
After a few moments, I heard many copies of myself demand multiple times, “I’m hungry.”
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