The quote played over and over in my head.

“Before embarking on a journey of revenge, dig two graves”

Since that day here is where I stay, in-between the two of us, grieving at our graves.

He always told me that revenge made him feel better. He never elaborated on it and I never dared ask.

Because early on, I knew he was different. His inner parts were too familiar. The difference was, that I learned how to control mine instead of allowing them to control me. Mine each had a purpose but stayed in the shadows, no longer blended with me.

During the time that we spent together his parts started to reveal themselves. The first one was a mirror reflecting my heart. Thats the one that disarmed me and I was the happiest I’ve ever been.

But very soon, it got eerily clear. His team was of the dark side. His main character; the devil. I didn’t know people like that existed in real life.

Once he could tell that I knew something was up. His main character took center stage and I was the subject of his psychopathy.

I guess the whole time my defense mechanisms subconsciously prepared, studying his ways. Then created our own copy, just in case.

When I decided to leave, I thought it was finally over. But he haunted me relentlessly. His thoughts leaked in every crevice and continued to poison my brain.

So on the night that he came wanting his revenge. I took out my pen, jotted a note on my arm, slipped on his mask and became him.

We came face to face and in that raspy deep low voice, He said what he always said,

“Don’t look at me”,

so, thats EXACTLY what I DID!

Angrily he reached into his pocket and jabbed a knife into my side,

I pulled it out and stabbed his chest making sure it was fifty times.

I crumbled to the floor, catching a glimpse of my arm. It read: “Welcome back, he’s gone.”

I felt relief, maybe even like myself again. I burned the mask, threw everything in the trash and tried to forget.

But he didn’t, because he still seeks revenge. I feel it every-time the mask reappears on my face, and I realize, there is no escape.

His thoughts, his words, embedded in my head, still replay everything he said.

“Once you’re on my roster, you can’t get off,

The only way out, is in a box.”

Maybe that is why I have been here since that day,

grieving, for-seeing, fearing, our past and future graves.

The graves of us

The graves of we,

The graves of two identity thieves…

The graves HE dug so blindly, then gave them to me.