The Mafia Wants My Heart

Doppelganger of my crush

n before.

What did he say? The others who had not heard my question asked.

Boss, hes… I think he…lost his memory. The guy, who Id asked who he was, said. But wait! Did he say I lost my memory? Why? I remember everything about myself! I tried to get up to explain to him when an army of doctors made me lie back on the bed. What the hell!

Why do you think that? The doctor asked. Exactly, what made him think that? Does he not remember you?

The guy replied, He asked me who I was. Now I was annoyed. Who the hell was he that I had to recognize him? President of a country!

I pushed away the hand of one of the nurses who was holding me back and sat up, not without difficulty of the course. What is going on? I asked my voice breaking.

Youve finally woken up, I missed you brother. Said the guy who was just a few minutes ago asking why did I have to wake up. And why was he calling me brother?

You
e not my brother. I said and he made a face.

The old mans nostrils flared hearing me say that and he said in a stern voice, Stop it! This is a hospital. Do you have to bring the family drama here in front of the public?

Sir, don worry this is a private room. The doctor assured but perhaps it was the wrong time.

For the old man shouted, Shut up! Don tell me what it is and not.

Sorry, sir. Hearing the doctor apologize I understood that this man here was someone with power. But again what does it has to do with me? I decided to leave and moved my feet to the ground. It didn take me time to wobble when I was trying to get up but the one calling himself my brother held me by my arm, supporting me to make sure I don fall.

Easy there brother.

Throwing his hand away I took the support of the bed itself and stood up. I said Im not your brother!

The old man came to hold the collar of my hospital shirt. How many times do I tell you, Rifle is your brother?!

No, he is not! Rifle is not my….hold on, this guy is named Rifle? I had to control myself from laughing. He was the rifle they were talking about.

Have you really lost your memory? Rifle asked delightfully. I didn know him but I could tell he was the happiest thinking I didn remember anything as if I was a loan shark he had borrowed money from.

I sighed and said, I remember everything but I seriously don know who you people are.

Cicero, if this is some scheme of yours… the old man began but I shook my head to cut him off.

Now who the hell is this Cicero? I asked and turned in another direction in frustration only to look into the mirror which I think was faulty. I ran towards it, of course, wobbling was involved. Touching my face with my hands I stared back at the reflection which was different from what I had been seeing every single day of my adult life. How is this possible? I muttered. The reflection wasn alien though. Freak! Unbelievable! I was a doppelganger of my crush.

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