Loud ringing spiralled in and out of Silver's mind, his body slowly itched in and out of sleep. It didn't take long before his eyes flung open - he slowly twisted his head, conspiring where the noise could be coming from. His face morphed a distasteful lump of wrinkles once he skimmed over a small digital clock, that lit up his dimly lit room in a dark red. There it read "8:30am".
"Not again!" Groaned the young teenager, Silver, who's name matched his bright silver hair, that stretched down sluggishly towards his shoulders. His eyes lit a bright brown - his skin seemed to lack any colour and bags drooped down from his eyes. His body shriveled like a skeleton, as his boney legs slumped out of bed, he leaped a depressing sigh.
"ueughh!" he moaned.
"of course the only time my stupid alarm wakes me up.. is when it isn't a school day." he Groaned, his voice sounding raspy.
Yet, despite his distaste for a new morning, he brushed open his curtains, as a dim bit of light shone through his room, revealing a desperate amount of posters scattered around his room, seeming to cover up several cracks that rooted out most parts of his bedroom's walls.
He jolted towards a cup, before pouring several powders of medicine in it. Gulping it down, he slowly wiped his mouth, before slouching down ontop of his desk chair.
His desk was covered in a spit-ton of ragged, ripped and ruffled scraps of paper. One seemed to be scrunched up, yet still couldn't hide the bright red mark at the top right corner of it. "5/100". Bellow it were numerals and several 'x's' and 'y's'
Silver decided to blank it, instead reaching over towards a warn-out scrappy notebook, that let out a feint few letters. "My diary." He then gently flipped through several pages, all torn and scruffy, until he reached a blank page.
He then gently lifted one pen from the piles that clumped up most of the jar it layed on. In a blink he speedily, yet soothingly danced his pen around the torn page, his wrist moving as if he were painting, or orchestrating a large performance.
"My name is Silver, and this is my 30th day since I started writing in this little journal of mine. I'm still yet to find out what I truly want to write about. But I'll ignore that topic for today, as something odd happened that I could have never expected. I died."
He carried on scribbling more and more words, effortly splurting out every word he wrote in a quiet manner.
"It all happened when I went to school, my luck was as horrible as usual; I wasn't surprised to find a piece of paper laying there with a bold fat 'F' written in a bold red ink. Once again I some how managed to get the lowest grade in class. Even after I studied endlessly. It's always been like this, I have such a creative mind, and I work hard every day and every night, yet no matter what I still get unlucky."
"I'd either wake up too late and miss my exam, or i'd end up not studying any of the questions beforehand, even if they were in the curriculum! This has happened to me ever since I was young. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how many different things I tried to accomplish, no matter how much I tried to change, it was always the same. I was, and always will be the 'unlucky one.'. I mean, my own parents came up with my name after I was born with a full set of white, dashing silver hair! But, it didn't turn out as they'd hoped. I ended up getting bullied for having such a ridiculous, cringe name. And yet they stayed completely oblivious. They always have. It's like they've forgotten I exist. Honestly I wouldn't mind them being dead. It would make my life a lot easier."
"I'd only just found out my perfect escape from my unluckiness; writing! There is no right or wrong answer! But even then, I have no clue what to write about.. But even after all of these predicaments I've still managed to live on, because I know I'm smart, and I know I'm creative. I have a will to go on, yet even when I find something I like, like writing, I still can't change for the better. I'm starting to believe that change is just an obscure, unfathomable, and invisible piece of garbage."
"But that doesn't concern me at the moment. What concerns me is what happened after school. I had almost gotten ran over by multiple cars, an average experience for me. Yet it seemed luck really wasn't on my side, as for once, I actually ended up dying. Some bastard strung his arms around my neck, and flung me towards a tight alleyway. I couldn't capture his face, but I could tell he wanted something. But as I jolted towards my pockets to craft some kind of currency that may be laying in my pocket, he swung his knife right towards my throat."
"He most likely was caught off guard. He clearly wasn't in the right state of mind. But luckily for him, he won't be arrested any time soon, as suddenly I began to reawaken. My eyes felt as if they'd be glued together by a thick slimy substance, in fact as I leaped up and hovered over a hard brick wall, I could feel the wet sludge covering my entire body."
"As I drenched out the goo from my eyelids, a flash of white light flooded my pupils. Then, next as my eyes slowly began to widen, I was met.. with myself. He seemed to have the same features as me, sharp, long silver hair, bright brown eyes and a skeleton-like body. Yet there was only one difference.. that being the bold, dark blue '2' that was tattooed to the side of his left cheek."
"He too seemed to be drenched in goo. We both stared at eachother for a solid minute, before one of us spoke up."
"It turned out that the person I was staring at was a clone. And all that was left from my old body was a shriveled up corpse, as if me and my clone had shed a new skin. We both watched as it faded away, pretty much into dust. Luckily my parents weren't home, so we managed to sneak back into my house, completely un-noticed. It was clear that I was the original, as when I glanced in our bathroom mirror I had not a single tattoo on my face."
"And the-"
A loud rattling jolted Silver's entire body, resulting in him scraping a large black line across the page. Veins almost seemed to pop out his forehead. He slowly rotated his head towards a large, brown closet, clearly hiding a large gaping hole.
"Let me out already!"
Came a muffled voice echoing from behind the closet. Silver gently pulled the closet open, inside it came a dark orange light, and a face almost identical to Silver's...
"How's it going S2?" Asked Silver.
"I'd prefer it if you simply called me Silver as well, or at least 'silver 2'." Replied the same person who Silver had wrote about, with an identical look, and a large, dark blue 'two' printed on his left cheek.
"Ok, but let's make one thing clear here, I'm the original, and you're the clone." Said Silver.
"I understand that much." Replied Silver 2.
Glancing over S2's shoulder, Silver felt a worrisome shock through his body.
"Perhaps this hole behind the wall is too obvious." He said.
"Our parents are too oblivious to notice a hole in the wall. Regarding this matter though, I don't mind living in a decently large hole, but I still want to learn, and go to school. Seeing that I only know any knowledge we had previous to when we split in half." Said S2 (Silver 2).
"I can understand that.. but the only way you can get into school is with a disguise... Perhaps if you got a haircut and covered up that two.. then maybe..." Said Silver.
"Doesn't sound like a bad idea.." replied S2.
Soon after they'd agreed on an arrangement that allows both of them to live their lives normally, they wondered on what else could happen... Little did they know their conspiracies would become true sooner than they thought..