The Other Side of Me (A Fiction)

Hey there, well it's me Brent.

I usually wake up at 8. Take some warm up (well, common for guys like me). Eat my breakfast then take a bath. Have some stick of cigarette while waiting for a jeepney, then go to school.

I am just a normal student in a University who goes to class earlier than the teacher or not, a good student. But sometimes I feel like I'm the dumbest student in that university. I admit that I am not intelligent but at least I'm not stupid, not exactly.

After my classes, I always go to a store in our campus to have some sticks of cigarette, chatting with my classmates or sometimes my brothers in a Fraternity. Only in that time, I found myself laughing, enjoying, found myself a home. Then, they go home and some are to drink in a beer house, and I have to go home. I want to go with them but I'm tired of it.

Here I am at the end of the day - alone. Nobody to talk to and to laugh with - lonely. Talking with myself and listening to music that I can only hear. I think I'm going crazy (hope not). Light a stick of cigarette and I'm okay.

Well, I'm in our house. Turn on the TV then turn it off. Turn on the MP3, then turn it off. Turn on the radio, then turn it off. Turn on the computer, then turn it off. Open a book then close. I go outside the house to light a stick of cigarette so that my parents wouldn't caught me. I enjoyed that stick of cigarette thinking I have company made by the smoke of cigarette.

Then I go back to the place where I call it our house (Yes, it's not my home!), I never felt being there like a home. I eat my dinner then enter my room. Turn on the light then turn it off. Get the ashtray under my bed and light another stick of cigarette. I can see them (who?), my friends. I can see them! Flying like angels. I can see them! I'm happy they're back! I can see them! I can see! I can! I!

Shhhhh! He's sleeping. You might wake him up! If he wakes up, he might get another stick of cigarette. Shhhhh! Someone's calling him on the phone.

Well, hello there, Brent is sleeping! It's me Alex, his twin. You don't know? Maybe, it's because I don't exist. You don't understand? You're confused? Well, well, well!