He Took What Was Mine

It’s been 6 days.

He’s driving my car.

He’s kissing my wife.

He’s going to my job and taking my kids to school.

He sleeps in my bed and wears my clothes.

I couldn’t even explain to you what happened,

But 6 days ago he took my place on this earth.

When I tried to get back into the house, he stood blocking the doorway, wearing my green and coral plaid shirt, glaring at me.

I tried to go into work and he appeared in the hallway. He took me by the arm and dragged me out into the street and hit me with my brown leather briefcase until I stopped struggling.

The next night, I went back to my house. I peered through the window into the dining room, wanting to see how my wife and kids were doing. They were having dinner, with him in my seat at the head of the table.

He saw me.

He pounded his fists on the table, yelling in a voice that sounded like mine. As he stormed through the house and out the front door, I ran across the street and hid behind a parked car. He stood in the front lawn, the lawn that I had just mowed not a week ago, huffing, looking around for a few minutes, then went back inside. I looked around the corner just in time to see him through the window closing the curtains.

He really does look like me. It’s uncanny.

I figured that my wife, of all people, should be able to recognise me though. The next day I went to her office building to try to reach her without him nearby. I hadn’t even reached the outside stairs when I heard the sound of screeching tires in the parking lot behind me. He slammed the door of my small white sedan and came towards me, face red and fists clenched. When I tried to get away he hit me square in the jaw. I felt his hands around my neck and I blacked out.

I woke up bound in the trunk of what I’d assume is my car. I’ve been hearing him through the seat, on the phone. He was talking to my wife about a business trip, that he’d be back in about 3 or so days.

I had no work trips scheduled.

I’ve been hearing less and less cars on the road, and the roads have been getting rougher recently. He’s humming now, to a tune I made up for myself when I was little. How does he know it?

I fear what will happen to me.

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