"How on earth can you still cling to the things around you even if they hurt you? It seems ironic. It is happening but you don't really like it. If you don't like it, why are you so attached to this?" The young Debbie said.
The older Debbie gave a sad smile, like what adults usually do. Understanding, accepting and explaining. "Oh, aren't we the same?" she muttered.
The young girl tantrumed, denying that she was attached to hers. "Why don't we switch places?" she offered with a serious face. The same offer she had been hearing since they first met.
The older Debbie is hesitating. First, trusting a stranger and stalker girl who looks just like her, having the same name and a twisted personality, and claiming that she came from another world or universe is like making a deal with the devil. What if she's only deceiving her? Second, her life as an adult is full of responsibilities. She cannot entrust it to a carefree girl. Third, it was very disturbing that this girl is so desperate to switch places. Why?
She needs to get away from this clinging evil spirit.
"Even with how disappointing this world, universe and life are, this is rightfully mine. It's perfect as it is. That's weird if you think it's disappointing. Why do you want to trade still?" She asked speculatingly and rightfully claiming the things that are hers that this girl wants.
She cast her away and did the things she needed to do.
Unfortunately, the bratty girl was deeply in rage while Debbie was busy doing the dishes.
Something hits her head from behind and she falls unconscious.
When she woke up, darkness was all around. She shouted from the bottom of her lungs, recalling what had happened and thinking she was kept in an abyss or hell where she could never return.