Birthday Take Over



“Hope,” someone sang my name. I opened my eyes and was surrounded by total darkness. “Hope,” someone sang again. The voice sounded a lot like my voice. There was a glow of light and suddenly the darkness was gone and I was standing in a empty living room. My living room. There were no couches, tables or even a television set. What’s going on? I thought. Suddenly there was a click of some heels and coming from upstairs was me.
This me was the complete opposite of me. Her brown hair wasn’t straight like mine, but wild and curly. Her eyes, they were wide with excitement kind of like a child. She wore leather pants, a leather jacket and heels with spikes. She smiled then walked up to me. I shuddered then stepped back scared of this person that had my face. She walked until she stood right in front of me then smiled wickedly. It was like looking in the face f a mirror.
“Aren’t you pretty,” said the other me. She began to circle around me placing the tip of her finger on my hair. When she was back to looking in my face smiled once again, what was it about this other me that scared me so much.
“Hello Hope. I’m Daire,” she said smiling. “Am I dreaming?” I asked. “Kind of,” said Daire. “Why would I dream of myself,” I asked. She sighed loudly as if she was growing bored.
“You are so sweet and innocent. It kind of makes me sad for what I am about to do to you,” said Daire. “What are you about to do?” I asked. Daire smiled the raised her hand and then slapped me.

I woke up feeling a sting on my right cheek where Daire had slapped me. Why would I dream of me slapping me? I mean come on if I really wanted to slap myself I would’ve been did it. I walked out of my room and into the bathroom where I saw my whole family, dressed in pajamas with a birthday cake.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” they yelled at me. Omg!!! It’s my birthday, how could I forget!! I thought. I must have been so tied up in raising money to help rebuild the places that had been destroyed by the hurricane that I forgot my own birthday.
You are such a pathetic goody, goody, said my voice in my head. The scary part was; the thought didn’t come from me.
“Thanks you guys,” I said giving my sisters and my parents a hug. “Oh you’re welcome. So what do you want to do today?” asked Dad.
I want to go the club and drink, the voice of mine said inside my head again. Shut up! I shouted in my head. You shut up Goody Two Shoes, the voice of mine said back to me. “I’m sorry but could you give me a minute?” I asked smiling running into the bathroom. I needed a drink of water, I was going crazy.
I turned on the cold runner then splashed some water in my face then looked at myself in the mirror. My reflection was smiling at me. I wasn’t smiling! “I am clearly going crazy,” I said aloud. My reflection in the mirror flipped her hair then crossed her arms. “No poor little Hope you are not dreaming,” said my reflection who I instantly knew was Daire.
My stomach clenched then I sat on the toilet holding my head in my hand. “Hope sweetie everything is okay. You’re not going crazy,” said Daire. I looked up and she was standing over me smiling.
I stood up and moved away from her. She watched with her eyes following me. “How is this possible, am I still dreaming?” I asked.
She laughed. Her laugh it wasn’t anything like my laugh. My laugh was sweet like bells. Her laugh on the other hand was evil, and kind of mischievous as if she had another motive for doing things.
“No sweetie you are not dreaming. You are very much awake,” said Daire. “How is this even possible?” I said. “Well let’s just say that you are a Hyde, someone that has someone else living inside them. And now that your sixteen we can finally chat,” said Daire smiling.
“I think that you want to do more than chat,” I said trying to stay strong. “You are absolutely right Hope. I want control. For years I have been watching you grow up and be Ms. Goody. And now that your sixteen I am strong enough to make you hear me, see me, and take over,” said Daire.
“How come I couldn’t see you before when you were talking to me out there in the hallway,” I asked. “Well I believe that when you look into a mirror or go into a room that reflects anything I can be seen,” said Daire flipping her hair out of boredom.
“You can’t take control Daire,” I said. “Oh and who is going to stop me?” asked Daire. “I will fight you if I have to,” I said. Then where she stood she was gone.
“Behind you,” said my voice. I turned around to see Daire behind me then she pushed me on the tiled bathroom floor. Now I was really shaking with fear.
“You’re going to fight me?” Daire said making a pout face. “I am you. If you hurt me you hurt yourself,” said Daire smiling.
“That doesn’t make any sense, you just slapped me in my dream,” I said. “Yeah Mr. Goody that hurt me as much as it hurt you,” said Daire looking down at me and smiling.
She knelt down next to me and then there was a knock at the door. “Honey is everything alright in there?” asked my mom. Before I could call out my mom for help Daire covered my mouth then something in her eyes flashed and that is the last image I had before total darkness.

*Daire*

Daire, Ms. Goody called from deep inside my head. I walked out of the bathroom then flipped my hair. The family that I knew from the inside looking out were getting ready to do the things on their daily agendas.
I put my hand on the door knob and I was able to feel it. It was cold but eventually warmed in my hand. I can feel things, I thought. Yeah because you’re in my body b****! Yelled Hope in my mind. I closed my eyes put up a mental shield that would block all communication with her. “Take that Ms. Goody,” I said with a laugh.
I went into my new room and pulled out everything that was in Hope’s little closet. Or should I say my closet. Going through her clothes I noticed that everything she had was innocent and I would never wear anything so innocent. I went to her desk where I watched her spend many nights writing on her diary or doing homework and grabbed a pair of scissors.
Hope had a belly shirt turtle neck that she never wore and leather jacket that she never wore because she said that she didn’t want seem to bad girl like. The turtle neck she had was black and white striped. I grabbed a black skirt that was like a tutu and came down way to low. That’s what the scissors were for though. I cut into the fabric until it was high enough for my liking then slipped on the clothes I picked out. I looked at myself in the up and down mirror I had then begun to mess up my new hair that I was finally able to feel.
As I played in my hair, my reflection crossed its arms. “Oh s***,” I said forgetting that I could see Ms. Goody now.
“Daire what have you done to my body!” she exclaimed stepping out of the mirror trying to touch me but I slapped her hand away. “I improved it. Do you like?” I asked with a smile. “No I do not like. I look like a whore now, gives me back my body,” Hope said reaching out towards me. She touched my shoulder as if something magical was supposed to happen then I gave a laugh. I looked at her and her eyes were squinted closed.
Gently I removed her and the smiled and brushed her hand off my new shoulder. “Listen little girl,” I said pushing her towards the mirror. “You are stuck inside me, watching me live your life. From now on I make the rules,” I said smiling. Then with one final shove she fell into the mirror and before she could step out I picked up a family picture that sat on her night desk then through it at the mirror. “No!!” I heard Hope yell as the mirror shattered into tiny pieces. I laughed as I saw her burst into tears.
“See you later Hope,” I said. I walked down the stairs to smell pancakes cooking and instantly my stomach tightened with hunger. I have never tasted food before, Hope always got the taste the wonderful things mother cooked as I watched from inside her as she laughed and giggled.
“Hey sis’” said a voice as I came downstairs. I turned around to look at Hope’s or should I say our or my younger sister. I watched her too for years as she grew from a baby. When she was born it was the worst day of my life to Hope it was amazing. Hope was two when Amanda was born, and when dad took Hope to the hospital I looked in the face of the bright blue eyes of a baby that mirrored mine and I felt absolute hatred.
I smiled. “Hello Amanda. Oh and you can walk to school,” I said smiling. She was taken aback. “But we go to the same school and you have been taking me since I came to the high school,” said Amanda her face shocked.
“Well things are changing now and I am a new person. Oh and Hope is so innocent, sweet and nice. Call me Daire the sister you know is gone,” I say.