University student

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Hello?

I was typing away at my laptop when I first heard her voice. She sounded so close, like she was right next to me... like she was saying it into my right and left ear at the same time.

I looked around my room, and opened my curtains to see if anyone was by my window. It was a small room with a modern design, pretty messy, the cheapest dorm I could afford.

Nobody was there. So I walked to my door, opened it, peered outside to the empty hallway. Nobody was there too. That was strange. Maybe I imagined it. Before going back to my seat I stole a glance at the mirror.

Wow, you look pretty good, the voice said again. I shrieked in fear, turning behind me, expecting to see a ghost just waiting to pounce but there was nobody. I heard her laugh. It was a soft, melodic laughter.

Where the hell was she? Maybe she was invisible? I swung my hands around, hoping to hit someone, something or just to get any explanation. In doing so I hit my hand on my cupboard, and cursed in pain.

Ow! What the hell are you doing?

"Come out! Where the fuck are you?" I demanded.

Oh, relax. Let me try something. Go lie down.

"What? No, who are you? Where - " In an instant the world started to spin. I felt like I had suddenly downed ten shots. I felt myself blacking out and wished I was lying down instead. I tried to get to my bed but I wasn't even sure my legs were moving anymore. The last thing I felt was the texture of the carpet on my fingers before the world turned to black.

I woke up and never felt more hungover. But that quickly dissipated - and I found myself in... a different room? It was dim, only backlit in pink and blue LED lights. There were posters on the walls - wait. I was lying down? The bed felt blissfully comfortable. A candle was lit to my side, and a strange old book in a language I had never seen before laid on my chest.

My chest? The feeling was different. In fact, all of my body was different. I raised my hands, my pale, petite hands with nails painted black.

No.

What the fuck.

Before I could check on the two strange new forms on my chest I felt the world spinning again. It made me sick. I closed my eyes.

When the feeling subsided and I opened my eyes again, I was staring at myself, close, in the mirror. Only something was different. It felt off.

"Welcome back!"

It took a second to process who was the one saying it. I was smiling. Looking at myself? I was looking at myself like it was someone else looking at me. Peering into my soul. But that someone was myself?

I said those words?

"How do you feel?"

I said. I said?

I clearly see who's talking in the mirror - who's mouth is moving. It was me. But I couldn't accept the fact that - it didn't register that -

All this while I was smiling. I didn't feel like smiling, and never smiled like an idiot to myself, but there I was, smiling. I tried not to smile, but it was like trying to make a character in a movie not to smile. Like why would I even try? How would I even begin the effort?

I continued smiling, and cocked my head to the right. It was a cheerful expression.

_Seriously, though. How are you feeling? _The girl's voice said again. It wasn't like I heard her voice, more like I heard her thoughts. Like recalling a memory of her speaking.

What the fuck is going on? What have you fucking done?

Relax, pretty boy. My hand went to touch the mirror, caressing the image of it, then did a gesture. Look at me, I am the captain now.

She laughed.

Captain Phillips reference. No? Okay. Yeah, but basically I did some pretty cool shit and now I have control over your body. Watch this.

I stepped back and did some weird crazy expressions.

Isn't it cool?

No. Stop that. What the fuck. Get out, please for fuck's sake get out.

Aww... don't be like that. We're going to have so much fun!