Double Personality; THOMAS BRADLY.

004.

Thomas Bradly sat still on his seat as people exited the cinema. The movie was obviously over but a bored and lonely Thomas remained seated.

He stared at the big screen though he was obviously looking absent minded. It was remaining a few people when he finally stood and stretched. He pulled his face cap over his head well and headed out.

Thomas Bradly was a 38-year-old talented and successful writer who had been on hiatus for two years now since he lost his mom. His dad died when he was just a baby and his superwoman raised him all by herself. She never remarried and he loved her so much, but she finally left him. She died of acute pneumonia and though he tried everything as well as the doctors too. He could see it in her eyes. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to go. She was vocal about it. She had caressed his face that night and begged him to let her go. She begged him to find a girl, get married and have kids.

Thomas has been alone ever since.

There was no motivation to write anymore, because he always spent his income on his mom. He gave her the fun she didn't get from her husband who left her early. His mom, didn't come from a rich family, so she had to struggle all through her teenage years to make money and finally when she met a man who would take care of her, who could split the bills with her and give her the relaxation and love she deserved, he died in an industrial accident at the company where he worked as one of their labourers. There was an explosion and she had just given birth to little Thomas who was few months old then.

Well maybe because she managed to give birth and to a boy as well before her husband died, her husband's family did take her in but when she refused their offer to marry their older son who had taken an interest in her, they threw her out and constantly fought over the custody of their grandson.

Well, in all, she ended up with the baby and he grew into the fine young man he was now.

Thomas hadn't gone far when the skies rumbled. It was already dark as it was a late movie he had watched, adding to the fact a storm was coming.

He took another step when he heard squealing behind him.

Looking over his shoulders he could see two girls standing in the corner and pointing at him. He sighed and ignored them but they rushed up to him. One looking more excited than the other.

"Oh. My. God. It's you, isn't it?" She smiled wildly, her hands covering her mouth too.

"Thomas Bradly. I swear it's you!", She squealed a bit louder and he didn't want to draw attention so he smiled.

"I guess so".

"Oh. My. God. I'm a huge fan", she giggled, "I've read literally all your books and it's to die for", she was obviously excited.

"Oh", Thomas simply said, because truthfully, he didn't know how to reply to such.

"I'm on your last book, 'six months to live', and it's chilling as expected", she gushed.

Thomas just stood there obviously towering over the beautiful blonde and wondering how to escape and make his way home.

"When are you making your comeback? I'm a nurse and serving my residency at the noble hospital over there and gosh. I am so lucky to see you", she nearly jumped on him in a hug.

"Want an autograph?", He asked.

That should set her off away from him right?

She nodded immediately but then frowned and shook her head.

"How about a picture?", She held her phone to her chest staring at him cutely, hoping he'd say yes.

Thomas looked at her. She's harmless, "sure", he nodded and took off his cap.

Her friend who had been mute and just smiling in the corner joined in and the blonde took a selfie of all three of them.

"Hi", her friend finally waved and he nodded with a smile, placing his cap properly back on his head.

"Do make a comeback, we love you Thomas", the blonde waved and walked away with her friend.

Finally! That was over.

Thomas sighed and continued his journey home. The cinema wasn't far from his apartment, so there was no need for a cab, but someone else stopped him.

A weird looking man obviously in his early 60s.

He approached him with force that scared Thomas. He had a really dirty looking bag hung on his shoulders and then a mirror in his hand.

"Please buy. It's just $10. I need to eat", the man begged him and Thomas wasn't going to waste another second outside before someone else stopped him.

He took out his wallet and took out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to the man.

"It's just for $10. I don't have change", the old man said.

"No. You can keep all sir", Thomas smiled and the old man smiled back.

"Thank you. Here's your mirror", he stretched but thomas refused it. He didn't need it.

"Take it", the man became insistent, so he took it anyways and left.

Luckily, no one else stopped him till he got home.

The rain began pouring heavily outside while he sat before his laptop. The blank page staring right back at him. He'd been working on this novel before his mom died and he paused on it, only to return now with no idea on how to start.

Thomas sighed and typed in the first word, "Denzel..."

The cursor kept blinking but that was it, he didnt know how to continue from there.

He must have been staring at it for close to thirty minutes then he decided to go to bed. Thomas stood up and went into the kitchen, he walked straight to the fridge and pulled a bottle of water as he drank.

He sighted the mirror he had forcefully bought on the kitchen counter. He remembered the man and sighed. He walked up and picked the mirror.

"If only I can force the words into my head like he forced you into my hands..or watch the characters act out the fucking scenes while I document them", Thomas hissed and threw the mirror into his trashcan.

He went straight to bed and laid down.

In few minutes, he had slept off.

Thomas hadn't slept long when someone kept tugging at his side.

"Son", she shook him gently.

"Denzel", she shook him a little more and his eyes peeled opened this time.

"Sorry for disturbing your nap, but you've been asleep for a while, you should eat something", she said.

He looked around and nothing seemed familiar, he darted his eyes to all corners but this was nothing like his room until his eyes fell on the woman sitting at the edge of the bed and staring at him.

The fuck was happening?!

Where was he?!!

"who are you?" He voiced.