She Started Hearing Conversations That Never Happened — It Pulled Her Through Part 4

She tried to crawl away.

Her hands scraped across the floor.

Her legs weak.

Uncoordinated.

Useless.

“Stay back—!” she gasped.

Her voice breaking completely.

But the thing that looked like her—

didn’t stop.

It stepped closer.

Slow.

Controlled.

Certain.

Like every movement had already been decided.

Like there was no outcome except this one.

Elena’s back hit the wall behind her.

Cold.

Solid.

Real.

Her breath came in sharp bursts.

Her vision narrowing.

“No…”

Her head shook weakly.

“This isn’t real…”

The other Elena crouched in front of her.

Close enough to touch.

Close enough to see every detail.

Every line.

Every expression.

Exactly the same.

Except—

no fear.

No hesitation.

No doubt.

Just stillness.

Just knowing.

“You heard us,” she said quietly.

Her voice softer now.

Almost comforting.

Elena’s chest tightened painfully.

“I didn’t mean to—”

But the words felt useless.

Pointless.

Too late.

“You always do,” the other Elena replied.

A pause.

A shift.

Something darker behind the words.

“And now it’s your turn.”

Elena’s breath caught.

Her body tensed.

“What do you mean—?”

The answer came without hesitation.

Without mercy.

“To listen from the other side.”

The hand shot forward.

Fast.

Unnatural.

Grabbing Elena’s wrist.

Cold.

Too cold.

Elena screamed.

The sound tearing out of her.

Her body jerking violently.

Trying to pull free.

Trying to fight.

But the grip tightened instantly.

Unbreakable.

Her skin burned where it touched her.

Like something was pulling through her—

not just holding her.

“No—LET GO—!”

She kicked.

Scratched.

Twisted.

But it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered.

Because the wall behind her—

softened.

Not visibly.

Not clearly.

But she felt it.

The solid surface giving way.

Her back sinking into it—

like it wasn’t there anymore.

Like it had never been.

Her scream broke into panic.

Raw.

Animal.

Uncontrolled.

“No—no—NO—!”

The other Elena pulled.

Hard.

And suddenly—

Elena felt it.

That tearing sensation again.

Stronger this time.

Deeper.

Like something inside her was being separated.

Her body slipping—

half in—

half out—

caught between two places.

Between two realities.

Her vision flickered.

The room distorting.

Shifting.

Fading.

The apartment disappearing—

piece by piece.

Replaced by something else.

Dark.

Endless.

Wrong.

“No…”

Her voice was barely there now.

Her strength gone.

Her resistance breaking.

The other Elena leaned closer.

Their faces inches apart.

And for the first time—

Elena saw it clearly.

What she hadn’t wanted to see before.

The thing in front of her—

wasn’t just her.

It was empty.

A shell.

A space waiting to be filled.

And now—

it was taking her place.

A final pull.

Sharp.

Violent.

And Elena was gone.

The wall snapped back.

Solid.

Silent.

Untouched.

As if nothing had ever happened.

The other Elena stood alone in the room.

Breathing calmly.

Perfectly.

She looked down at her hands.

Flexed her fingers slowly.

Testing.

Learning.

Adjusting.

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

And softly—

almost thoughtfully—

she said:

“Better.”