I look at my own self standing right in front of me, ahh how I know that look, the look of disgust and disappointment apper in his eyes as he stares me down, the same exact look I use to give myself every day and night.
When I was young I would always work on improving myself will others kids where playing, I did not want to turn out like a failure, yet here I am, looking at myself and what I have become, What was it all for anyways?
If only my other self from another universe was not trying to kill me right about now I would have thought about it more.
As I run in a speed I never hope to achieve again I realize, why am I even running? What’s the point? I’m going to die anyways so why? It’s not like I have a reason to live is there?
I do wonder though, why me? Why is he trying to kill me? I don’t think I have done anything thing remotely wrong, so why? If he was not trying to kill me right now I would have probably asked him.
I’m going to reach my limit soon, I hope he is as tired of running as I am, he is another me after all.
As I run I start to see the end of the cliff and get a strange feeling, like I have been here before. If I were to fall I don’t think I would survive if I’m honest.
As I reach the end of the cliff I turn back to him and ask, “Why?Why me of all people, of all universes is it me?!”
He looks at me with a blank face, not showing a bit of emotion or empathy.
“Because you’re a evil and cruel person , or will become a evil and cruel and unjust person , you are going to doom this world and mine, that is why I must stole it before it happens.”
I look at him, I’m a bit confused but I do believe that I can become evil if enough time passes, or maybe just a sad sack in fact.
As he aimed his gun at me I look at him with a small but happy smile.
“I’d rather free myself then having you set me free.”
I fall of the cliff, quite slowly for some reason, my memory starts to flash before my very own eyes, I guess it’s true that when you are about to die they appear.
But for some reason I started to get that weird feeling again, like a strong since of dévà vu and I start to realize, this is not the first time I have fallen off this very same cliff.
I would often read under a tree here but as more and more kids came they would always play games, I was pushed off by accident, or so they say, because they were playing a game.
Why did I not just stay and the water that time? If I did I would not have even have to live this part of my life, in this cruel world we live in.