Double Personality; THOMAS BRADLY.

005.

Mrs. Johnson stared back at her son-in-law like he had grown horns.

"Denzel?" She called, thinking he might be half asleep.

"Who is Denzel?" He asked.

His confusion was vivid on his face and the woman badly wanted to believe he was faking it.

"Mom?" Sophie's voiced rang out.

She had taken permission from work, drove straight home then changed into something better and drove back to Denzel's place.

"Denzel?", Sophie called and walked in.

"Mom. Lunch's ready", she announced.

Meanwhile, Thomas who was now Denzel stared at her weirdly. He had never seen her before and who's this Denzel they speak of?

"Denzel? Are you awake now?", Mrs. Johnson asked him.

He gently stood from the ground and walked like a zombie to the mirror he saw in the room.

He looked into it and the reflection he saw freaked him out.

He darted his eyes at the two ladies that exchanged glances at each other confusedly. He darted back his eyes to the mirror.

Who was the motherfucker staring back at him?!!!

"Hey? Denzel? Are you okay?" Sophie asked taking slow steps towards him instead he took a step backward, beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the cold weather.

"Denzel" ...

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Denzel are you joking right now?" Sophie scoffed.

Mrs. Johnson low sobs pricked their attention and they turned to her.

"Mom?" Sophie ran towards her, "what's wrong?"

"My baby is dead now Denzel has lost his mind!" She cried out loud.

Okay?! They haven't answered his question as to who Denzel was? Now someone's dead?!! Where the fuck is he right now?!!!!

Sophie glared at him and walked up to him.

"What do you think you're doing? Better snap out of it!" She snapped.

"What's... What's your name?", Thomas asked.

"Denzel I don't know what kind of game this is...but now is definitely not the time! Your wife is dead and....

"Woah! I'm not married. What wife?"

"Denzel", Sophie refused to believe this was actually happening.

"He has lost his mind", Mrs Johnson cried as she stood and left the room.

"You should be concerned about that woman's health! Tania was her only child! Your wife! And you think this is the right time to act insane?!!!!!"

"Who's Tania?"

Trust at this moment, Thomas wasn't doing this on purpose but he needed answers. The last thing he remembered was laying peacefully on his bed after a long block that didn't want to unblock itself as he stared at his screen... So who now are these people?!!!

"I can not believe you", Sophie shook her head and tried to leave but he grabbed her hands.

"Please. Just tell me... What's your name?"

Sophie stared at him and she couldn't find any trace of pretense. Her tears fell.

She had lost her best friend and now Denzel has gone mad or lost his memories. Whichever.

"Don't you remember anything?", She asked in a low tone as she sniffed.

"Please ", was all he could say.

"I'm Sophie. Don't you remember your wife, Tania? Or her mother out there, Mrs Johnson? What's your name?" She asked.

He knew saying Thomas Bradly was going to be the stupidest idea now.

"I don't... I don't remember", he said instead.

"Oh no. Denzel. Denzel... Denzel Williams.. what's going on?" She cried.

"Denzel", he whispered to himself.

"Denzel Williams", he said a bit louder and walked to the mirror. He stared at himself, at his reflection.

"Denzel Williams", he said again and that name sounded really familiar to him.

"Denzel Williams... Denzel Willia...!" It had hit him.

He stared closely into the mirror.

Green eyes!

Brown hair!

Chiseled jawline!

Hairy!

"Denzel Williams!" He screamed as realization hit him.

"Oh shit!", He cussed.

This can't be happening. How the fuck is this even real?!!!

Denzel Williams! He created this man! With fucking words!!!!

"You're Sophie... Sophie Harmsworth", he turned to her but Sophie just sat there on the bed with tears dropping from her eyes.

It would have been normal but it suddenly turned strange.

She was frozen.

So was her tears that was just hanging midair, not far from her place.

"Hey! Sophie!", He called but she wasn't even breathing.

He rushed to her, "Sophie!" He nudged her but she was as stiff as hell.

He rushed out confusedly and there was Mrs Johnson seated on her couch with her face all contorted with tears, but she too had frozen up.

"The fuck...", He whispered and rushed outside.

Everything had stopped.

Every single person, car, no chatterings, nothing at all. They all stood like statures that were sculptured that way.

The fuck was actually going on?!

First, whatever dragged him inside his book just did, and now he's supposed to be worried about getting back to his body but everyone is fucking frozen!

"Hello!!!"

"Hello!!!" He screamed but everywhere was calm as nothing he could even think of.

He rushed back into his house, completely confused as he sought for a way out.

He found pen and paper in his drawer. Well, Denzel's drawer or maybe Tania's. He didn't know. It was a master's bedroom anyways.

Wait! Why did he even take a pen and paper?! What's he supposed to do with that!

He turned to Sophie but she was still frozen.

What if he's trapped in here?!!

Oh God! Oh God!!

He inhaled and exhaled multiple times but he couldn't calm his nerves.

Wait!

He sat on the bed, then he laid on the floor next. Sophie's words playing in his ears.

YOUR WIFE IS DEAD!

That's it! Right! That was the last chapter he wrote down before his mom passed and he stopped writing.

If they are frozen, that's because there are no more words!!

Hell no!

Is he supposed to act out his novel?!!!!!.

"Wait! No!", He turned on his side.

"I'm overthinking this!", He said to himself.

He tried to remember all that happened and how he got here.

He remembered the cinema, he remembered the girls, he remembered the old man, and the mirror and his cup of juice, then his blank screen.

Wait! Wait!

The mirror!

His eyes widened, "the fuck did that man sell to me?!!!"

He remembered wishing he could just watch the characters act out each scene while he writes.

Nope! Thomas you're still overthinking this! So what if you spoke those words into a mirror! Does a fucking genie live inside it!!

But there was no other explanation to all this!

That fucking mirror trapped him inside one of his characters!

But if they're all frozen, how come he's still moving?

Almost immediately, he could clearly envision his laptop back at home in the real world. A blank page with just word written down.

Denzel...

He had begun a new chapter but didn't know how to continue and that was before all this started.

He rose from the floor and walked to the table where the pen and paper laid.

He picked up the pen. Maybe if he wrote something. Like continuing the story from in here, it would unfreeze everything and he could get back home!

The problem remained what to write now...

"Denzel"... He started but nothing new popped up.

Thomas closed his eyes and tried envisioning his previous chapters in his mind.

It worked. It was as though he could really see his screen as he read through the previous chapters. He exhaled and began writing from the last scene he remembered.

.. Denzel woke up hoping to see Tania right beside him, he wished it was all a dream....

Sophie's sobs resumed behind him and he turned to her with a smile.

All that was needed was he willingness to live in his story as though he was a character and someone was crafting him.

"Hey Sophie! It's alright..." He hugged her and she hugged him back.

"You remember"

"Yeah I do.. I was just wishing this was all a dream", he said.

*Which I still do wish*, he sighed in his heart.

This might just work and he'd be home soon....