Falling in Reverse

p r o l o g u e

"M...M...Me? Huh?"

She heard the words escape from her mouth, but in a voice much deeper than hers. She quickly put her hands, which felt rougher and bigger, over her hands in shock.

There was a groan that escaped and Stacey quickly looked up. She gasped.

The person in front of her was...herself? She moved closer to the girl in front of her, who had a completely dazed look on her face and looked exactly like her.

If she didn't know any better, she would say it was herself. But Stacey knew that it was impossible— it was impossible that was herself because here...

Wait. What?

Stacey looked down at herself, despite being in a torpor. She wasn't wearing any of her old clothes, but they looked oddly familiar. They were... that asshole Wyatt's clothes.

Wait, wait...Stacey felt her head grow heavy and the world spinning. What the hell was happening? How was she there when she was here? Where did Wyatt go?

After five minutes, everything clicked in Stacey's head, which ultimately led her to scream her lungs— or rather, Wyatt's lungs out. The shriek was enough to bring the dazed Wyatt, who was still having side effects from whatever the gold powder was, back to attention.

The murky brown eyes had cleared, and his face crumpled up as he gazed at Stacey. The face in front of him was...himself? Wyatt was bewildered, and was about to say something when he realized that hair was reaching the side of his face. And it was black. His brown eyes widened, as he slowly looked down at himself. When he finally got grasp of the situation, and he was reassured he was not high on the powder he just sniffed, three words escaped his lips.

"What the f**k?"

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.