My Response:
“Is this going to be a problem?”
She stared at the man sitting across the table from her. He had just asked her if she was willing to take out an entire town. Make them into people like her. Problem? Yes, that should definitely be a problem. But it wasn’t.
“No, it will be done just as you’ve asked.”
The man nodded and stood from where he sat and made his way out of his room. I watched him through the eyes that she controlled. She controlled everything. But she didn’t know that I was watching.
She stood, moving my body through the restaurant, and heading out into the parking lot where she had left my car.
I wanted to fight it. I had been desperately trying for weeks, but it was no use. She had taken over, and I hadn’t had a chance since then to do anything.
I watched my own hands pull the car out of the parking lot and head in the direction of my house. Not that it was mine anymore. She had turned it into a command station. There were maps and pictures on every wall.
Maybe I could have been a less easy target. My friends had stopped calling months before she arrived. Jake had died, and I hadn’t been able to get past it. Instead I had retreated into my own head and home and shut everyone else out. They had tried, but how were they supposed to keep trying when I wasn’t?
Then she had arrived. I hadn’t even known what was happening. One minute I was myself, then next, I was her. She controlled my every movement, my every word. From what I understood, she was supposed to control my every thought too. But it hadn’t worked.
Let me out! I screamed, trying to get her attention as she stared at the empty cupboards. I wished I could read her thoughts.
She closed my cupboard and walked over to the kitchen table, and sifted through some of the papers there. I recognized a few of the pictures she glanced at. My friends. I knew that she was going to target them at some point. And now it seemed as though my nightmare was coming true. The town he had told her about was ours.
“Hello?” She said, my voice sounding from my throat, but they weren’t my words.
“Hey,” Erin’s voice sounded in my ear, and I felt a longing in my chest. We had been best friends before Jake. I hadn’t talked to her in far too long, “I was wondering if you wanted to go to a movie.”
She was silent for a second, “Actually, I’m not feeling very well.”
“Laine, you can’t live your life like this.”
“I know. Why don’t you come over here?”
Fear pulsed through me. I knew what she was up to, but my friend didn’t.
No! I cried, trying to force my voice through, No! You can’t do this!
“Really?” Erin sounded so hopeful.
“Of course. We haven’t talked in so long.”
“Alright, I’ll be right over. Do you want me to bring something over?”
“Just you,” She said. She sounded like me, but she didn’t. She was so emotionless, how could Erin not see that?
“I’ll see you soon!”
I struggled harder than I ever had before, willing myself back into my own body. At first she didn’t even seem to notice, then my hand came up to my head, and she looked in the mirror.
My blue eyes stared back at me, at once desperate and annoyed.
“So, you’re still there,” She muttered to me, “Don’t worry, I’ll do something about that.”
If I could have, I would have cried at that moment, but I was stuck. Unable to do anything. To help my friend. To be free myself. What had I done?
As always, I would love to see what you thought of my interpretation of the assignment, and also what you've come up with.
All exercises are taken from The 3 A.M. Epiphany by Brian Kiteley
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