It's been happening for a while now, and today I think it's finally complete.

Every morning I would awake in terror. A nightmare that I had slaughtered someone and butchered them in my shed. Just a crazy dream, I'd say. But I'd look in the mirror when I'd get up, and something would be... off. A part of my face would be replaced with someone, something, else's. My reflection yesterday revealed the truth to me. All that was left was my left eye, staring back at me in it's dark brown frightful gaze.

And today it's blue. It's a blue eye, and the eye on my right is hazel. These aren't my eyes. In fact, this isn't my nose, these aren't my cheeks - none of it is me anymore. Am I still me?

You see, the change has been slow. At first, it was a finger. Having someone else's finger didn't seem like that big of a deal. Even a hand, or an arm. I was still just me, with someone else's arm. But slowly all my pieces were replaced, one by one. And without warning, I seemed to vanish into nothingness. I'm not sure when the threshold was crossed. When did I stop becoming 'me with someone else's parts' to 'a new person with some of my original parts'? Does it even matter? The last remaining part of my original identity is now gone. I can't even be certain who's memories these are. Did the same thing happen to my personality, to my mind?

Anyways, there's a silver lining here. Maybe now that the metamorphosis is complete the nightmares will stop and I'll be able to carry on as a normal person, like I was so long ago. As for the shed, I think I'll continue to stay away from there. I'm afraid of what I'd find inside.