Replica Of me

Morraine's POV

My heart kept thumping loudly against my ribs. Without thinking, my thumb scrambled over the screen and quickly tapped the video call button.

It rang once... twice... and then the screen went completely black. The call was cut off.

I tried calling again, but it wouldn't even connect. The status immediately changed to offline. A cold sweat broke out over my skin, and I literally slid down to the floor, clutching my phone. Does heaven have a network system to connect to earth? It was a crazy, desperate thought but my head was spinning.

The sound of the door creaking open cut through my panic, followed by fast footsteps. I looked up to see Brittany walking in, wearing a leather jacket and a mini skirt.

"Omg! Are you okay?" she asked, quickly throwing her bag on her bed and rushing over to me. Her face was pale with worry. "You look so white. Are you asthmatic? Or... wait, did Daimon do something to you already?" I heard about what happened girl....you have gone so damn viral.

I stared at her, trying to catch my breath and control the shaking in my voice. "No... no, I just... my dead mum just replied to my text."

The second the words left my mouth, I burst into tears, my chest aching with a fresh wave of pain.

"Omg!" Brittany said, wrapping her arms around me. It wasn't a tight, deep hug...she was clearly trying not to ruin her outfit or get tears on her jacket...but she tried. She softly patted my hair. "I am so sorry, girl. You washed your hair today, right? I really can't scent any good perfume on you."

Honestly, I didn’t even care if she was being backhanded or superficial. I just wanted someone to hold me. My mum was dead, and I had absolutely nobody in this country. It felt like I had fallen from the sky, and there was no one to catch me. My mum left me in the dark.. still no knowledge of who my father is, his relatives? or her own relatives. How can I simply exist as a nobody... forever.

After a few minutes, I finally stopped crying and my chest didn't ache that much anymore. I sat on the edge of my bed and showed her the text on my phone.

Brittany stared at it for a long moment, then looked back at me. "Not to burst your bubble or anything, but I think someone is playing a sick joke on you."

"You think?" I whispered.

She nodded. "Yeah, obviously. Dead people don't text. Unless..." She paused, her dark eyes narrowing as she looked at me. "Are you from a witch bloodline?"

"Huh?" I stared at her in genuine shock.

She seemed completely serious, waiting for my answer. "No... no, I am Christian. Well, my mum was. I am an atheist, I think. But I'm definitely not a witch."

Brittany nodded slowly. "Okay. Well, lucky for you, you have a caring roommate..who's a senior at cybersecurity. I will track the IP address of the sender...and give you the name of that bitch who just made you cry okay, now just go to sleep."

She walked back to her bed, leaving me alone.

I really did hope it was my mum, though. Even if it was crazy, it felt good to think someone was watching out for me. I pulled the steel necklace my mum gave me out of my bag, slipped the heavy gothic symbol around my neck, and lay down on the bed, forcing my eyes to close.

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"Holy shit! how the fuck did I get here?" I screamed, running through the pitch black woods.

I was surrounded by massive, towering trees, and I couldn't see where I was going. But I could hear something heavy chasing me. A wolf, to be exact. I could hear its paws hitting the dirt behind me, its deep, hungry growls echoing in the dark.

I pushed my legs to run faster, but my foot caught on a thick branch. I stumbled, tumbling over the edge of a steep cliff and rolling straight into a muddy ditch. My entire body went numb. I couldn't even feel my legs.

Slowly, I forced my eyes open and looked up toward the edge of the cliff.

Standing there, silhouetted against the dark sky, was a massive white wolf with glowing, golden eyes. I froze in absolute terror.

But then, the wolf began to change. Its bones cracked, its white fur melted away, and in a second, it transformed into a human.

I blinked, my heart stopping.

Not just any human..but a human girl with my face. She was basically me. She looked down at me and smiled....a cold, wicked smile.

And then, a sharp, burning heat flared against my chest, right where my mother’s necklace was resting.....

Beep! Beep! Beep!