You leave the party and start to make your way back to your new home. As you walk your mind starts to flash back across the day you’ve had; breakfast with the family, packing all of your things into dad’s car, saying goodbye to your brother and sister. Then there was the long drive with your parents, arriving on campus and moving your things into your room. Lunch with your parents followed, and then the borderline emotional goodbyes. You knew you wouldn’t see them for at least a few months. You thought about the rush of emotion after they left. The understanding that you’d finally made it. University. It was big and exciting and new, but also completely terrifying.
You didn’t the chance to meet all of your new housemates. Ted has been the only one so far. A pretty well-built athletic guy who came across as pretty narcissistic from the way he talked about himself. You just knew he would’ve been a jock at school. Either that or he wants people to think that he was. Anyway, he got ahold of you before you’d met any of the others and convinced you to go out on your first night. There were rumours of first night house parties going on somewhere off campus and he sounded pretty keen.
In the end you went with him. You figured it wouldn’t end up being the worst thing in the world. That is, until you lost Ted in the first 15 minutes. Although, that doesn’t seem like that big a loss.
After a few hours at this party that you were becoming less and less excited about as the nights marched on, you checked your phone. A few missed messages from friends and from mum, and then with it’s last dying breath, your phone told you that it was just past midnight. It’s screen went off and you decided to leave.
That brings us to now. To you walking back by yourself. Midnight isn’t by any means the latest time to be leaving a party. You know that you’ll be out much later than this in future. It was your first night, though. The end of your first day in a place far from home and you just wanted to get to bed.
The streets and buildings looked different in the dark than they had in the day. You’re not totally sure if you’re still following the right streets. You would have checked your phone to see if you were heading the right way but, of course, it died.
You walked for a while longer before a bright light came over you. For a moment you thought it might’ve been a street lamp, but this was too strong. It got brighter and felt closer and more intense all the time. You couldn’t tell which direction it was coming from. Your eyes started feeling heavier and heavier and then, as though a fresh wave of tiredness was washing over you, they closed.
Your eyes pull slightly apart but quickly snap shut again. The light above was dazzlingly bright and you feel like you can’t open them again. Voices sound around you but you can’t make out any of what they’re saying. They sound distant and distorted, but there’s definitely more than one of them. Slowly, you try to open your eyes again and just about manage to make out a few silhouetted shapes around you. That’s all they are to you, however, and your eyes slide shut once more.
You swear you hear one of the voices say, “good luck Subject Zero,” before you fade out again. It’s probably your brain playing tricks.
Your eyes shoot open and you find yourself gazing up at the ceiling. It takes you a few seconds to recognise it as your new ceiling in your new bedroom. You eyes dart from side to side and take in the new room, filled with your belongings, in the glorious morning sun that’s spilling through your window. You push yourself into a seated position and scratch your head.
“How did I get back?” you whisper to yourself.
You think hard, trying to work out the mystery but making no progress. You climb out of bed and walk across the room to your mirror. You take a moment to stretch before you look at your reflection to see what damage the night before had done. When you do look in the mirror, your jaw drops. You see yourself, but you’re further away from the mirror then you thought you were. At least, you’re reflection is. You look back and see someone on your bed. Who is that? You look down and almost scream. Your arms, your legs, your whole body; it’s there, but it’s see-through. It’s all a shimmering light blue and you can see through yourself.
You look back at your bed. The person who was there is still there. It’s you. Your own body is lying there completely still aside from its breathing. Your hands rush up to your face and go straight through it.
“What’s happening?” you shout.
You turn back to the mirror. You can’t see yourself in front of it. Only your body. You take a deep breath and walk over to where your body is.
“Hello?” you say, kneeling down beside it.
There’s no response. You wave your hands in front of your body’s face and get no response. You reach your hands down and attempt to grab yourself. Before you can properly grab, you feel yourself being pulled forward. You don’t get a chance to resist as you’re pulled into yourself.
The world blurs around you as you fly into yourself and then suddenly feel the bed underneath you once more. You breathe deeply and suddenly and sit up in bed. Panic-stricken, you run your hands over your now physical self and look to the mirror for confirmation. You’re you again. You can see yourself moving and your reflection copies all of your movements.
You fall back against the headboard of your bed. Was that real? Did that happen. Curiosity comes over you. What if you can do that again? You spend a few minutes thinking and trying to concentrate, though you don’t know what you’re concentrating on. You clench you’re eyes really tightly and then hear a light thud from behind you. You open your eyes and look back. Below you now, your body has slid down into a lying position on the bed. Wait, down. You’re floating above yourself. You can fly?
You look down at your hands. They’re transparent yet again. This time, you don’t feel as panicked. Excitement starts to creep up on you.
“This could be fun,” you say to yourself as you turn back towards the mirror.
You float over towards and, once again, can’t see yourself as you are. You’re completely invisible in the mirror and your body is slumped on the bed a few feet behind you. The possibilities start to race through your mind. First things first though, who actually are you?
1) Ethan Evans, 18 years old, average height, brown-haired white guy
2) Courtney Evans, 18 years old, slightly shorter than average, brown-haired white girl
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