Don't Mind Me

Yep, that's absolutely correct. And now, shit hits the fan.

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"...You said you knew my name is Celine because my I.D. says so, but, it actually only says Celony, my real name. Celine's just my nickname. And if you moved here only a day ago, there's no way you could know that. So who are you, Melinda?"

My eyes are still focused on the glass of iced tea sitting on the table, but I dare to take a quick glance at Melinda's face, and she's smirking.

"...Haha, was it fun, Celine?"

My blood turns ice-cold.

"...Who are you?"

Still wearing her smirk, she shakes her head derisively.

"I come back after all these years..."

"Who are you?"

"I don't know what's going on, Celine, but I intend to find out."

Suddenly, I lose feeling in my lips.

"..."

"The drug should be taking effect now. I'm just going to tell everyone in the restaurant that my dear friend collapsed from fatigue and that I need to take her home."

My upper body falls onto the table, and my eyes start to close.

"Goodnight, Celine."

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I need something to steady my nerves. I open a can of cold fruit juice and drink half of it in one sitting. It refreshes my mouth and throat and it chills my body and nerves. I set it aside on the table and go to the sink. I take out the necessary chemical and mix it with some tap water before washing my face with it. The fake skin feels like slime as it melts off, leaving my normal, natural face. I look in the mirror and remark that I didn't have to change much to look unrecognizable. Did Celine really not know who I am? Or maybe Celine just completely forgot who I was. Impossible.

I sigh, and stare at the bottom of the sink, contemplating what I should or might have to do next. I dry my face off and then head to the other room. She's tied up to a chair and still unconcious. Her sleeping face hasn't changed at all, and I can't help but smile while looking at it. I gently nudge her shoulder while saying,

"Hey, wake up, Celine."

"...Nnnghhh..."

"Yea, that's right, come back to the land of the waking, Celine."

She tries to stretch and move around, but opens her eyes and realizes she's bound to the chair.

"Untie me!"

"..."

I say nothing while she continues to glare at me, before realization slowly begins to dawn on her face.

"Your...your face...why..."

"It was a mask."

"Why?!"

"I didn't really need it, I could've just used some makeup. But you, on the other hand wouldn't have been fooled."

"Why does your face..."

"I'm surprised you didn't notice it sooner. I didn't even use that much. It's like you've completely forgotten about me."

"Look exactly like mine...?!"

"That's because we're twin sisters."

A visible crack appears on her face.

"What are you saying...?"

"Is this because of the promise we made? Is this what you've decided to do so you could be 'Celine'?"

"What are you saying...? I am Celine..."

...What could have happened after I left? Should I let her keep this game up? Or should I snap her out of it?

A) Play along.
B) Snap her bubble.

B. Like a tsundere!

Intermission: Here's a scene that may or may not happen.

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"S-stop, please, Melony..."

Her knife slips into my opening, and it draws blood.

"Stop, please...!"

She pulls the knife out and replaces it with her mouth.

"N-nnnnghh! No...!"

She sucks on it, pooling my blood and my fluids into her mouth, before making an audible gulp as she drinks it down. She doesn't stop, and I writhe in pain and pleasure as her tongue inserts itself further into my orifice.

"Sh-shtop it...pleashe...!"

She pauses and lifts her head up. Her scarlet eyes stare at my crying face with an otherworldly fixation, and blood is dripping out of her mouth, before she carefully, limb by limb, moves her face closer to mine. She stares directly into my eyes, before pressing our lips together and pushing my back to the floor. She presses our bodies together, before forcing the mixture in her mouth into mine, and I'm unable to stop from swallowing it. I cry and sob openly now. She lifts herself off me and begins licking my tear-stained cheeks without an expression on her face. This isn't the Melony I know, not at all. She's not supposed to hurt me, or make me cry. I'm scared, I'm so scared...! Someone, help me, please...!

"You have to be strong, Melinda."

I'm not strong, I'm not Melony!

"Pfffft, Melony, Celony; you are and always will be that little brat with an attitude."

I'm not strong!

"I promise you, if you truly wish to help your sister, all you have to do is stand up."

I don't...

"You have the power, Melinda. All you have to do is find it."

I...

"You've found it."

Something like an intense fire surges from my core, pulsating and pounding, as if wanting to be let loose. I do so, and it courses through my veins. My body feels like it's on fire, but it doesn't burn. Suddenly, breathing is so much easier, moving my body is so much easier. So I stand up.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaa.

I choose B o.o

Hey man, nice to see you.