Every night I always dream of doing something terrible. And every morning I always wake up with a sore head. But I feel relieved because it was all a dream.

That's what I thought until the morning news shocked me. A young man was found dead in a park. The young man who appeared in my dream last night.

My heart is beating.

"Don't worry," a voice came from my head. That is not my voice, but it is in my head, "That's not you, but me,"

"Who are you?"

"Another part of yourself,"