As I promised, I will post my first ever English-languaged short story as soon as I finished it. I've already finished the story, and here it is. Enjoy.
One more thing.
Don't take my works, such as short stories, or poem, etc. and claim it as yours. If you want to copy it, it's okay but mention my name as the author, okay? Thanks for your understandings.
One more thing.
Don't take my works, such as short stories, or poem, etc. and claim it as yours. If you want to copy it, it's okay but mention my name as the author, okay? Thanks for your understandings.
The Other Guy
The boy
walked down the road, shivering because of winter cold. With only wearing a
shirt, a pair of trousers, and a wet hooded jacket, it’s clear that he needed
some kind of clothes that can warm his body. Many noticed him, but none helped
him, or even intended to do so. They were afraid. He was talking to himself,
screaming “Get out of me!” several times. People thought he was some kind of
mentally insane kid.
All these
years, the boy had suffered from DID, or the Double Identity Disorder. Instead
of creating his “other half,” the boy’s “other half” lived inside him. His
“other half” is created with his hatred that has been buried deep within the
heart of this naturally calm and loving boy named Nick. All his hatred was
channeled to the creation of his “other half,” which he called “Jack”.
It’s all
started in spring 2003. It’s the first time “Jack” was revealed. His mother was
just given birth to a baby girl, and carried her to their house. The next
morning, the girl was found dead, and brutally mutilated. Her blood was
scattered on the floor, while the words “Hello? – Jack” was written in blood.
Summer
2008, Nick’s mother was found dead, and, like his baby sister five years,
mutilated into pieces. Blood was scattered around the house, and “Jack” made
much mess in the room. Located on the ceiling, a cryptic message from “Jack”
that said “Next. – Jack” was written in blood. Fall 2013, the same happened to
Nick’s father. Another message from Jack was written in blood again. This time
it said “Goodbye – Jack.” Feared that people would accuse Nick for killing his
family, Nick ran away from his house.
Nick never
realized that he “is” Jack. Jack never revealed himself to Nick. The only
moment that Jack revealed himself to Nick was the day after he ran away from
his house. He was walking when suddenly someone said his name, faintly but very
clear. Scared, he ran, but he couldn’t escape from the voice. As he ran, the
voice became louder, and clearer. At some point, Nick suddenly realized that
the voice that called him was his own voice.
“Stop
running, Nick. You can’t run away from me, no matter how hard you try, or will
try,” said the voice.
“Get out of
my head!” screamed Nick.
“And doing
that won’t help either,” answered the voice cynically.
“Who are
you? What do you want from me?” said Nick, already given up to the voice.
“You really
don’t know who I am? Let’s retrace the events, shall we? 10 years ago, some guy
killed your baby sister, and for ten years later, here you are, parentless,
trying to escape from what you’ve done,” answered the voice.
“Stop it! I’m
not the one who killed my family! Jack did!” shouted Nick.
“Hey, are
you okay?” asked some guy, who’s been observing Nick for the past minutes.
Without
answering the stranger, Nick went to a place where none can see him.
“Of course
you didn’t. Jack did. But if we had the tape of the events, none will believe
you,” answered the voice.
“What do
you mean?” asked Nick.
“You still
don’t get it, do you? I am Jack! I am you, at least the part of it,” said the
voice impatiently, and with a very loud voice, knocking Nick unconscious.
The nights
went by. Nick woke up in a different place, not realizing that he’d been
unconscious for weeks. He never recognized the place around him. While walking
around the place, he found someone familiar.
“Good, you’re
finally awake,” said someone.
“Wait, I
know you. You’re that guy from the street,” said Nick, recognizing him.
“The name’s
Paul. You?” introduced the guy.
“Nick. Hey,
can I get something to eat? I’m starving,” asked Nick.
“Sure. There’s
a leftover of soup from last night,” answered Paul.
Nick went
to the fridge, and grabbed a bowl of soup.
“You seemed
like a mentally disturbed teen when I saw you at the street,” ask Paul. “May I
know what happened?”
“I won’t
tell you. Besides, you won’t believe me if I tell you,” refused Nick.
“Just tell
me first. I’m a physiatrist. I deal with all sorts of nonsense,” said Paul.
Many time
past with silence. Nick wouldn’t tell his story, and Paul wouldn’t push him
either. Deep down, he knew that this boy had much trouble, and he won’t add
more problems. Finally, Paul grew impatience, and pushed the boy to talk.
Bad mistake.
“What do
you want from me, doc? You’ve just pushed me to the limit. If I said I won’t talk,
it means I won’t talk,” said Nick, with different voice. “Jack” has taken
control of Nick’s body once again.
He walked
to the kitchen. Right from the kitchen, a knife flew right to the doctor’s
head, and instantly killed him. Not satisfied, “Jack” mutilated him brutally.
“Jack” has
given back control to Nick. Nick didn’t know what happened when “Jack” took
control of his body. He was surprised to see Paul’s body and limbs all over the
place, with a knife on his hand. Scared, Nick looted all of his food and
supplies, and escaped from the house.
“I did what
you supposed to do a very long time ago. You only sit back and watch as
everyone tells you what to do. You won’t be powerful if you let that happen!
All of your schoolmates mock you, making you weak!” screamed Jack from inside
Nick.
“Get out of
me! Get out of me right now!” yelled Nick.
“I’ve
already told you that won’t happen! So shut up or people will see you as a sick
person and I have to… Wait, I enjoy that stuff!” said Jack.
“Get out of
me! I don’t want to be a killer!” screamed Nick.
“Maybe you
don’t, but I do. And I’ve had enough energy to do this. I’ve told you not to yell
‘get out of me’, or this will happen.” said Jack.
After Jack
said that, Nick was no more. Nick consciousness is lost in the darkness of Jack’s
shadow. After a minute of blackout, I finally awake.
My name is
not Nick anymore.
I am Jack.
- A.D.
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