Reflection

Water.

Hot-cold water.

A feeling that my head felt as I get wet.

Yet, my eyes are still closed. As if I couldn’t open them anymore.

“What if I ‘did’ do it?” a question that a mysterious man’s colleague asked another.

“Well… someone eventually will” the colleague answers, strangely having the same voice. And shot something which dropped dead in the same water as I.

“Flaus, I know you’re still there. Arise.”

In an instant, my vision came back.

The water is gone. I am in my school uniform standing, located by an alley near the school.

Maybe it’s one of those “dreams” again? I’m puzzled.

Although, my hand is bleeding. As I see the blooded nearby wall. Why would I punch a wall? Just thinking of it strangely made my throat sore. As I touch my throat, my cheek suddenly pains. Why do I have a bruise? Do I remember being punched today? I don’t think so. As far as I’m aware, I have no enemies. The questions add more as I keep noticing bruises around my body and the objects near me.

“What the hell happened here?” I cried. “Did my sleepwalking get worse? Whenever an awesome dream comes up, this somehow keeps happening to me. Like what the fuck?”

The locals began to gather at the end of the alley as they hear my rant. The moment I noticed them I stopped. As I try to regain my composure I picked up my things and began to walk as if nothing happened.

Though, what could’ve done this to me? I’m trying to be a good guy here, you know. I always make sure the choices I make don’t affect anyone negatively. Always making sure that my name is clean in society’s eyes because I’m just that afraid to have someone build hate upon me. This is why I often, no, always attempt to see the outcome of the option which I deemed to be “bad” through my dreams right after I made the option I deem to be “good”. And for some strange reason. Every time I do that, everyone will always act weird towards me with some cases of new faces thinking of me as an old friend. Now, I wonder. If everything that happened occurred while I dream, who could’ve done it? An identity whose name I don’t know, and whose face I never saw. The enemy of my own, who is it?

As I ended my mumble, I was about to reach the end of the alley. I looked at the concerned crowd and saw a familiar man. His formal attire accompanied by his stoic-looking eyes reminds me of one of my dreams. He made a gesture by pointing to his own watch and walked casually. Thus, I looked at my own. It’s 7 AM…Wait.

What is this?

I’m seeing something through the watch’s glossy glass.

A dead man in a pool of blood? What could’ve happened?

I went out of the shades of the alley and looked up at the sky.

And there is my answer.

From what I thought is a dream, is indeed a reality.

A reality, that’s only observable to ours.

Another Earth, another me. Located just above me.

So what I recently felt is no water. The thud not being from a common object. And the hard-to-open eyes are not caused by being sleepy. I, no, myself in that reality may be in danger. Why? How did I get in there though? And why do I have an enemy in that reality? As I thought of my dreams being the testing grounds of my options. Is that the person I could’ve become? The identity which embodies my flaws. Could I in that reality, be the one who did these bruises to me? If so, it would also explain the societal change towards me. Then, if that’s the case…

The other me looks at its blood and saw me by its reflection. It then rose its head, slowly meeting our eyes with clear cold composure which is in opposition to mine that’s currently in clear scared confusion.

Wouldn’t it be my enemy? Is it my enemy? Am I, my own enemy?