Rocky Night

It was two in the morning and I couldn't get this weird amount of energy in me to settle down. I had unpacked all the boxes from the moving van and laid them all over the apartment. I even got two of them unpacked! Patricia had left partway through, something about homework. And my parents picked her up for me.

I laid down on my mattress sprawled out in the middle of the living room. A thin blanket covers me, but the cool air doesn't seem to cool me down enough for me to fall asleep. I tossed and turned but nothing could get me to fall asleep.

Finally I rolled out of bed and walked over to the many piles of boxes I have yet to unpack. I open the lid of one and reach in for the fist thing I could find. Suddenly a spot blackness crosses my field of vision and I instantly drop whatever I grabbed straight back into the box.

"Is the exhaustion finally catching up to me?" I say aloud.

It happens again. And again. The intensity increasing and it happens more and more until it no longer feels like exhaustion but more like my should trying to leave my body. I collapse onto the mattress and start to sweat like crazy. Finally I can take it no longer and the blackness finally takes me over.

I awaken to what fells like a few moments later. But my surroundings are different. My whole body feels different. I feel heavy in certain places that are usually light. My chest is heavy and my head feels my a little more heavy too. I start to notice a few more differences until I run into the major one. I'm all tied up.

My eyes start to adjust to the darkness and I feel a gag on my face and my legs and arms pinned upward onto my back. Tears start to feel my eyes as my first night in my own apartment is being at the mercy of whoever bound and gagged me.

Before I succumb to the tears I notice a few more differences in my apartment. Furniture is setup neatly and its decorated fully. Then another piece of furniture catches my eye, a mantle. On the mantle are a variety of things, but the one that grabs me is a picture. There is only one person in that picture, a cute redhead. Riley.

Oh my god, I thought to myself. Riley's a psychopath! Oh, Patricia was right! I'm so dead. I wailed as a multitude of thoughts entered my mind. All were of either involving killing me or using me as a sex ****. I wasn't ready to be somebody's sex ****!

Just then a wobbling sound could be heard. I motioned my body, wriggling to see what the source of the noise was. The position I was in currently made my body into the shape of the letter 'U.' So, I rocked myself back and forth, using that momentum to help me loosen my bindings and inching closer to the noise. I started to notice a weight on my chest flapping as I went. I thought to myself I must be focusing on push-ups too much, but right now in captivity there was no tie for such thoughts.

Finally from using some **** repeatedly to turn, I faced the door of Riley's apartment. Someone was trying to open her door. I panicked. I started to rock back and forth faster, hoping this sudden burst of speed would loosen my bindings fully, but then the door opened.

It was the last person I expected to see come in. It could have been the last person I expected to see, Jay Leno, even Patricia. But no, it wasn't anybody famous or my little sister, no it was me! My own body was staring down at me with its mouth wide open.

I tried to scream but all I could get through this gag was"Mmph." Tears rolled down my cheeks.

My body' eyes went wide and slowly entered into Riley's apartment. He slowly closed the door behind him and walked over to my gagged form.

How can there be two of us!? Did I have a twin? Did my mother and after had another kid that looked exactly like me and never tell me? What was going on here?

My body double crouch down and reached for my gag. Once his hand was on it he raised his other hand over his lips and used the pointer finger to make a shushing sign.

I could feel more tears swelling up in my eyes, but I held them back and nodded. I couldn't be scared in this situation. I needed every little advantage if I was going to get out of here. How might you ask, am I going to get out of here by not crying? Well, fuck you! I don't know!

My doppelgänger slowly removed my gag and the first thing I did was hack on the new amount if air filling my lungs. My own hacking even sounded alien to me. He rose to his feet again and started to pace back and forth. He mumbled to himself under his breath trying to come up with something? Maybe an icebreaker?

I stopped hacking a few moments later and I looked up at my doppelgänger. He was a spitting image of me. "Hey, you're a spitting-" I stopped mid sentence as I realized that wasn't my voice coming out of my mouth. "What the fuck." It still wasn't my voice coming out of my mouth. It was more high pitched and feminine. It kinda sounded like Riley...

Oh no.

My doppelgänger heard me and spoke up, "So, don't freak out. Its me, Riley. I think we switched bodies."

You would think after all I have been though in the past few minutes I would be having millions of thoughts at this revelation. Nope. I was thinking about only one thing.

"What the fuck were you doing before we switched!?"