Mastodawn

The other M.E. (4/4)
⬅️ disgusting piece of shit." I feel her fingers clasping my hand as she tries to twist my arm through the wall. I want to scream but I am still in this dulling pain, her head hits the mirror again making it crack. She spits as she growls at me in anger.
I don't no what to do... I feel powerless, I have no strength left as the burning in my skin and the pain in my body swap over me in waves...
I whisper. "I wanted to be you, so desperately. I ant to be you, look like you." With eyes full of tears I whimper: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough to be you..."

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Well that went places, it's not the original not a translation of it it's more like version 2.0.
I didn't found the original anymore so I rewrote it and I realized that the original was way more "tame" and shorter. Funny enough I actually remember the Bathroom visit that inspired me to write this quite well rn.

Edit: linked in my thread of something else writing so here is the link to that thread.
https://nerdculture.de/@AnnaSaultron/110845744719634267

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1/3 "Today i shot my fridge." The man looked in to my eyes, slightly confused about the man smiling at him with the pointed gun in front of him. "What?!" Confusion. I raised my hands like he demanded before my answer. Still smiling friendly at him. "You know my fridge was one of this 60's models, more a hotrod then a fridge, red color, chrome elements." "Are you insane? This is a 10mm aimed at you! And I am in control of it!" "Funny I also was i control as i shot at it.-> #SomethingElse #Writing

NerdCulture

The other M.E. (3/4)
⬅️ is one of anger, of spite. Is she really me? She looks like me but younger, but this fire I haven't seen before, why do I feel her breathing on my face? I look into her eyes they aren't dark anymore it is true blackness. The tiles vibrate, what is this, what is going on she rama her head against the mirror and I feel the pain, my knuckles and palms start hurting as well... Her face is so contorted. She doesn't smirk or smile she is furious. My eyes start to hurt as if something presses against them from inside my own skull. My heart beats faster as my skin turns into fire, I feel slapped as her had bangs against the mirror. I smell her breath, some sort of crackling, breaking noise. My hands... Fingers fingers slip out of the wall, they look like ceramic. I hear her distorted voice screaming at me and I understand the word. "How dare you to look at me! You betrayed me! You stole from me, I could have everything. You ➡️
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The other M.E. (2/4)
⬅️ under her right fitted business blouse, white colored slim and a business telling skirt. Her hair is completely black like my natural color, her face has less scars and she looks like me if I would've aged more gracefully. I lay my hands next to the mirror onto the cold tiles, flat. I stare at her. Her eyes are as dark as mine. Her eyebrows are moving up as she lays the hands on the tiles too. The cold material feels suddenly warmer. I hold my face closer to the mirror as she comes closer too. My head is hot like I have a fever and I feel so week in my knees, she doesn't seem exhausted at all. I close my eyes as i lay my forehead onto the cold mirror and my breath covers it in moisture. The cold material feels so good and relaxing, keeping my thoughts from analyzing my burning skin sensation to deeply. I feel warm breath against my lips, as I open my eyes it's her, me? She in the mirror, I feel my hands warming up, her face ➡️
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