Compare and Contrast

(This did not happen. Well, not like this.)

I was seven then. He came in through my window.

“Who are you?” I asked, but even before I finished talking I already knew the answer.

“Listen to me,” he said, his hands resting on my shoulders. “I know you want to be me. I know you want to get out of this place, and show them that they made a mistake, that they should have listened to you.” He stared at me. “Am I right?”

“Yeah,” I said, rather weakly.

He ruffled my hair. “Don’t worry. They love you.”


Then he disappeared right in front of my eyes.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s