Stolen Identity

By Joseph Logsdon

Sharon wasn't just losing her identity, she was losing everything she cared about. Someone was impersonating her, and whoever they were, they were good. They looked like her, they acted like her, they even dressed like her. She was losing her identity, and the sad thing was, she couldn't do anything about it. Entering her apartment, Sharon gasped as her husband walked out of the bedroom.

"Hey, didn't you just leave?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You were going to the store," he stated, removing his shirt.

"Peter, I've been working," Sharon gasped.

"Why, that's absurd. If you were at work, then you couldn't be here, could you?"

"Whoever you saw, they weren't me," Sharon sighed.

"Well, who did I see, an imposter?"

"At this point, I honestly don't know," Sharon cried, taking a seat on the sofa.

"What do you mean?"

"This might sound crazy, but you have to believe me, I'm telling the truth. For the past few days, someone has been impersonating me. Why, just yesterday, my boss told me that I had been doing an excellent job. Why would he say that?"

"Well, he was proud of you, obviously," Peter stated.

"You don't understand, he never spoke to me like that. He was talking about someone else, and that someone is taking over my life," she cried.

"Oh, come now, there has to be some kind of explanation," Peter laughed.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

"Well, how can I?"

"Now you listen to me, this isn't a fucking game. Do you think I like acting this way? If you won't listen to me, then I'll find someone who will," Sharon exclaimed, walking out the front door.

Determined to be heard, Sharon visited the hospital, where she had worked for many years. It was an old hospital, and like most old hospitals, death was everywhere.

"Cathy, we need to talk," Sharon pleaded, walking into the small office.

"Why, Sharon, of course," Cathy stated.

"How long have you known me?"

"Oh, a long time, no doubt," Cathy answered.

"And if you were to notice something different about me, something out of place, you would tell me, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Cathy stated.

"Well, have you noticed anything different about me?"

"Come to mention it, you have been acting kind of strange lately," Cathy stated.

"How so?"

"Well, for one thing, you keep asking me strange questions. Really, Sharon, is there anything wrong? If there's anything I can do, anything at all, you know I'm here for you," Cathy assured.

"Someone is stealing my identity. They're not just stealing my identity, they're stealing everything that I have. It sounds crazy, and who knows, maybe I am crazy," Sharon cried.

"You're not crazy, you're just a little confused. Do you know what I think? I think you need some time off, because at the rate you're going, it's no wonder you feel crazy. Hey, I got an idea, why don't you go on vacation? Once you get away from the stress of work, I'm sure you'll feel better," Cathy assured.

"That's just it, Cathy, I'm not stressed about work. Someone, God knows who, has been doing my job for me. From what I've seen, they're better at it than I am. They're better at everything, I suppose. They've come to replace me, almost as if I never existed to begin with," she cried.

"Sharon, I don't mean to sound nasty, but, do you know how crazy you sound? I mean, who would want to replace you, anyway?"

"Whoever they are, they obviously envy me. I have something they want, that's for sure," Sharon sighed.

"I'll tell you what, why don't you get some rest? I'll call you in the morning, okay?"

"Why won't you believe me?"

"How can I?"

"That's what Peter said," Sharon sighed, walking towards the door.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine," Cathy stated.

Defeated and out of options, Sharon returned home. Was she crazy? Did she need help? Her heart was saying one thing, her mind was saying another. Logically speaking, Sharon wanted to believe that she was insane, but somewhere deep down, her heart told her otherwise. Walking into the bedroom, Sharon discovered the truth. Not only were they naked, but they were also fucking. The woman looked like Sharon, she even acted like Sharon, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't be Sharon.

"Oh, we didn't hear you," Peter laughed, rising out of bed.

"What's the meaning of this?"

"I thought they would've arrested you by now," Peter stated.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'll have to explain things, I guess," Peter sighed.

"What do you mean? Who is this woman?"

"She's Sharon, of course," Peter stated.

"What kind of game are you playing? You've done a lot of disgusting things in your life, Peter, but I didn't think you'd do this. What are you trying to do, replace me? They'll never believe you, not in this day and age. They have fingerprints, they have DNA, all of which can prove that you're committing identity theft. What do you say to that, huh?"

"I know, we're going to use them in court," Peter stated.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you really think you could impersonate my wife? I never believed you were her, not for a second. Sure, you look like her, you act like her, but no one, and I mean no one, could ever replicate her smile," Peter stated.

"Why are you saying this to me? I'm not the imposter, she is," Sharon cried, nearly collapsing on the floor.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong, because not two hours ago, I learned that you were an escaped mental patient. Your condition, as some call it, is quite rare. Every time you see a woman you admire, you try to become them. In some cases, you even get plastic surgery in order to look like them. I don't hate you, I feel sorry for you. You need help, that's the one thing I do know," Peter stated.

"You're wrong, you're just trying to trick me! It won't work, I tell you, it won't work," she screamed.

"Well, what can I say, I tried my best to explain it to you," Peter stated.

The End