THIS ISN’T ME
BANG!!! I watched my body drop to the floor. Wait how did I just watch myself die? I looked down at my hands, I saw the gun in my left hand. I was stunned at what just happened. I walked over to the body to get a closer look. Sure enough that was my body. “But, how am I still alive, if I’m dead?” I thought, as I looked down at my body. “Who’s body am I in then?” I walked over to the nearest window to look at my reflection. That defiantly wasn’t me. He looked simaliar to me, around the same age, more rough looking and so tired. I put the gun in my pocket and walked away. It felt like I was on autopilot. I made it all the way to, what I’m assuming is the guy I’m possisings apartment. Sitting down on an old sofa, I placed the gun on the coffee table. I didn’t know what was going on or who I was, but this urdge lingered. Almost like an itch you couldn’t scratch, but I didn’t know what that itch was. I walked over to his kitchen and opened his freezer. I saw a small box shoved in the back. I reached in and pulled it out. It was full of photos. “Weird thing to keep in a freezer.” I thought, as I placed the box on the counter next to me. I kept looking into the fridge, but couldn’t help wondering. “What are those photos?” I grabbed the little box and sat down at the kitchen table. Looking through. I saw photo, after photo, after photo. People shot in the head, in the back, in the chest. All lying dead. There had to have been 30+ pictures. I had noticed that they all had the dates in the back. “I don’t think this is a good body to be in.” Feeling uneasy about the pictures I had seen.
