{"id":2557,"date":"2025-10-01T09:00:00","date_gmt":"2025-10-01T13:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.imaginarygardens.org\/?p=2557"},"modified":"2025-09-30T21:49:21","modified_gmt":"2025-10-01T01:49:21","slug":"i-think-im-the-clone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.imaginarygardens.org\/index.php\/2025\/10\/01\/i-think-im-the-clone\/","title":{"rendered":"I think I\u2019m the clone.\u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
By Reese Bunch, Staff Writer<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
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“Splitting Hairs” | Caleb Harrison<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Honestly, I don\u2019t know where else to turn. I\u2019ve been locked in my room for about three days now. I think I have to kill him, or kill me\u2026 or kill myself? I don\u2019t even know how to phrase it. All I know is that I\u2019m not the only one of me; there is another one out there. I\u2019m just not sure if I\u2019m the \u201creal\u201d me or if he is. I tried talking to my mom about it and she just said I need to go to the hospital and get help. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fuck that, they don\u2019t know how to help me. I don\u2019t think \u201cI have a clone, and he must be dealt with\u201d is in the DSM-5. So I\u2019ll handle this shit myself. I may be the clone, but I plan to be the one who survives this. I can feel it in my bones, he is planning the same. Before I get to my plan, let me give some back story. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This all started a little over a week ago, when my car battery died. I got a jump from a neighbor and headed to the auto parts store down the road. I pulled in the parking lot and made my way inside. I think I felt him before I saw him; I could feel something was off as soon as I walked inside. I didn\u2019t know what the feeling was, I just chalked it up to stress and honestly just being tired. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I spoke with the man at the counter and got myself a new battery. He told me he needed to handle a few other customers first, and that he or a co-worker would be out soon to install it. I went back out to my car, thankful it was still running in the cold winter weather. Sitting in that driver’s seat was the last moment I felt normal. I wish I had known that would be the last time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked up and saw the door open. Before I could take a breath, I shifted into drive. I still don\u2019t remember hitting the gas, but I floored it as soon as I saw him. It was me carrying that battery out, I\u2019m sure of it. I\u2019ve looked myself in the mirror enough to know what I look like. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wish I had just run myself over and saved myself a lot of time. Luckily for the other me, and unluckily for me \u2013 the real me \u2013 he jumped out of the damn way. Before I rammed through the front windows, I was able to slam on the brakes and flee the parking lot as soon as I could. Surprisingly, no one has found me for my own attempted murder but, make no mistake, I fully intend to kill that son of a bitch. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two days ago, I went back; luckily, he wasn\u2019t there. I made an excuse to go into the back for the bathroom and was able to find the employee schedule. I snapped a picture, pinched one off, and left. My fucking name was on the schedule. I was scheduled to work the next five days, giving me some time to plan. My mind has been set since I first saw him. For me to fully live, one of us must die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I guess y’all deserve to know why I think I\u2019m the clone. Honestly, I don\u2019t know for certain if I am, or if he is. I don\u2019t have any real memories, not any real long-term ones at least. I honestly don\u2019t even know if the woman I talked to was my real mom. I don\u2019t remember ever actually seeing her. I don\u2019t know if I have any siblings \u2013 hell, I don\u2019t know where I was born. It\u2019s like I was just planted here, with a work-from-home job in some shit-hole apartment. I bet that bastard has such a great loving family. I can\u2019t wait till I have what I have stolen from me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Like I said before, I have no real proof I\u2019m a clone. I don\u2019t remember waking up in a lab or anything. I figure if someone out there can secretly clone people and plant them with full lives, they can alter some pesky memories. Hell, maybe I was crafted right here in this building. Regardless of how I came to be, I\u2019m here now. I plan on keeping it that way. That\u2019s why I have to get ahead of myself and kill myself first. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve got a plan, and it\u2019s going to work. I\u2019m going to walk into that store and shoot myself right in the face. The best part is, you can\u2019t get in trouble for killing yourself. So I should be able to walk right out and take the life that is rightfully mine. I\u2019m making my move tomorrow \u2013 maybe the cops will finally find me and stop me, or maybe I\u2019ll pull this off. Either way, I\u2019m ending this; I have to. I\u2019ve not been able to sleep, eat, or think since I saw myself. This has to come to an end one way or another. The least y\u2019all could do is wish one of me luck. I\u2019ll update y\u2019all as soon as I can.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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