The closet door opened completely.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t turn around.
But I knew… something was standing behind me.
The girl outside the window stopped laughing.
Her smile slowly faded.
And for the first time…
She looked scared.
A voice came from behind me.
Soft.
Calm.
Familiar.
“Don’t turn around.”
It was me.
Same voice. Same tone.
My mind snapped.
“If you’re me… then what am I?” I whispered.
The thing behind me didn’t answer.
Instead… my phone lit up again.
A new me