A voice hissed in the clone’s brain. He laid in his bed of the room he has in Izaya’s apartment, tucked comfortably between the sheets.
“No..” he whimpered out, hugging himself tightly, and burying himself underneath his blankets as the voice within continued to speak.
“You will never be your own person! You will be nothing more than just a copy! You were never supposed to have feelings!!”
“NO!” He cried out again and began gripping onto his own arm. He drove his nails scraping the first layer of skin right off as tears began to flow between his eyelids. “I’m human!“
“You’re just a clone!” The haunting whisper spoke again.
“You’re nothing but a copy!..“
“You’re not supposed to exist!”
Roppi’s eyes shot open. A cold sweat had broken out as he panted in terror. He glanced around at the darkness before him. The only light being the moon above, that shone through his window, creating shadows which danced on his floor as the wind blew the trees outside.
He stood to his feet and exited his room. After walking down the hall way he made his way to the bathroom. Turning on the water to the sink he began splashing water on his face. When he glanced up at his reflection he saw a horrible sight of himself bleeding from his eyes.
“No one will ever love you..” The reflection spoke back to him.
“NO!!” Roppi screamed and punched the mirror, shattering the glass on to the floor and cutting up his hand in the process. The glass sliced up the male’s feet as he stumbled around the bathroom, smearing blood on the floors and walls. He stumbled back into the bath tub, examining his bloody hands as tears began to poor from his eyes.
“LEAVE ME ALONE!!” He screamed as he grabbed at his own hair.
“JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!”
Of course, Izaya knew Roppi was prone to have nightmares every few nights but he was just way to tired to actually get out of this bed when he first heard the clone screamed out. It didn’t help that the fact their rooms were literally right next to each other; and as much as he would love get out of nice, warm bed to go help his brother… Izaya would just rather sleep in a bit more.
Or so he thought that is.
The second he heard the the sound of shattering glass he jumped up. God no… Was it really that bad again? With a groan, Izaya got up of the bed and tiredly left his bedroom to sort of his sound.
「Alright Roppi… What did you bre─」
It was just blood. Blood fucking EVERYWHERE. His eyes instantly locked onto his brother in the bathtub, practically bleeding out at this point. Hell, Izaya barely even cared for the glass on the floor at this point as he narrowly passed through it over to Roppi and grabbed him firmly by his wrists.
「Roppi! Calm down! It’s me! It’s okay! It’s fine… It was just a nightmare okay? It can’t hurt you..!」
The tears streaming down his cheeks blurred his vision as he saw someone approaching. He started to back up in a panic until he was grabbed and immediately started shouting mixed with his sobs, “Let me fucking go!!”
He started to resist until Izaya started talking and he realized it was him. Fighting back the tears some, he was still shaking as the voices were now just screaming in his head and he wasn’t able to make out what they were saying any longer.
“They won’t stop!! Make them stop!!”
