(I hope you don't mind that this is super short)
"Why did you leave her standing there last night at twilight?" I inquired that morning, having seen Alex walk away the other night, while the rain fell in sheets.
An awkward silence follows, and for a long time, Alex doesn't speak. Finally, he says, "There was a secret, one of us has a secret to hide. I won't say who, but it's a dangerous secret, one that won't allow us to be together."
"I'm sorry, Alex," is all I offer, not knowing what much else to say. "Could I ask what the secret is?"
Alex shakes his head, looking down, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. "No, I'm sorry, Lyra. I can't tell you anything."
Little did I know, his explanation had a far darker meaning than either of us ever expected. That night, there was a tap-tap tapping on the window. "Lee-ra!" a hauntingly familiar voice calls out, almost mockingly. I startle awake, the hairs on my skin standing up.
Instantly on edge, I reply back in a cautious tone, "Who's there?"
"Don't you know who I am, Lyra?" she asks, and I can't see the source of the voice. My eyes widen recognition, finally placing the name on the voice.
"It's you. You have the secret. Who, no. What are you? Why are you here?" I demand, walking over to the window, adrenaline rushing through my veins.
"Lyra, oh Lyra. You sweet child, you'll know soon enough," she answers. Later the words, "I've come for you, my sweet child," echo into my head, but they seem to come from the same voice.
"WHO ARE YOU?" I scream, no longer caring if anyone hears me. "Just- get out of my head!"
"My sweet child, please don't panic, it's only me," she says, her words echoing into my head once more. And soon, it is not I who has an imposter in my head, but me who is the imposter of a body that isn't mine. My arms move, and I fight back against the motion, but my muscles are too strong. She raises a hand and opens the bedroom window, and forces my head to look down at the ground. All ten stories. I live in an apartment, and an apartment on the tenth floor wasn't ideal, but it was the only one open at the time.
"No. No, please!" my voice starts out quiet, in a terrified tone, but my volume escalates until I'm screaming bloody murder. "Don't do this to me!"
"Goodbye," she says into the phone, my phone. Only then did I realize that she had dialed every single one of my contacts in my phone. "My sweet child says goodbye."
The last words she says out loud, before she throws my body, her body out the window.
I panic, yelling, "HELP! Someone help me!"
But she takes over, quickly covering my mouth, no her mouth. The last thing I see is… nothing. Absolute darkness. When I wake, my arms and legs are tied, a gag is shoved in my mouth, my vision blurry, but I can just make out the features of her and a gun pointed at me. She grins, pressing the trigger.
