She Realized Too Late… She Was the One Inside the TV Part 4

She shook her head.

Slowly.

Weakly.

“No…”

Her voice barely held together.

“That’s not me…”

But it was.

Standing right in front of her.

Breathing.

Watching.

Smiling.

The other Elena stepped closer.

Calm.

Controlled.

Every movement precise.

Like it had already happened before.

Like it had always been this way.

Elena tried to move.

Tried to step back.

But her body felt… delayed.

Heavy.

Unresponsive.

Like it wasn’t keeping up anymore.

“What do you want?” she asked.

Her voice breaking.

The other Elena tilted her head slightly.

Studying her.

Almost curious.

“I don’t want anything,” she said softly.

A pause.

A truth.

“I already have it.”

Elena’s breath caught.

Her chest tightening painfully.

Her gaze dropped—

to her own hands.

They were trembling.

Fading.

No—

not fading.

Lagging.

Like they were reacting too late.

Like everything she did—

was already done somewhere else.

“No…”

Her thoughts spiraled.

Trying to catch up.

Trying to understand.

Trying to hold onto something real.

But there was nothing.

Because now—

she could feel it.

The pull.

That same tearing sensation.

Stronger.

Deeper.

Her vision flickered.

The room distorting around her.

“What’s happening—?”

Her voice cracked.

Panicked.

The other Elena stepped even closer.

Their faces inches apart.

“You’re not losing control,” she whispered.

Soft.

Certain.

“You never had it.”

Elena’s breath stopped.

Her entire body going still.

Because deep down—

she knew.

Her thoughts weren’t leading anymore.

They were following.

Repeating something that had already happened.

The other Elena reached out.

Her fingers brushing Elena’s wrist.

Cold.

Too cold.

And suddenly—

everything shifted.

Elena’s body moved backward.

Without her deciding.

Without her choosing.

Her feet stepping—

toward the TV.

“No—NO—!”

She tried to stop.

Tried to fight.

But it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered.

Because the moment—

had already been decided.

Her back hit the screen.

And this time—

it gave way instantly.

Soft.

Like liquid.

Her breath shattered completely.

Her hands clawing at the edges.

Grabbing for something solid.

Something real.

But there was nothing.

Only the surface—

closing around her.

Pulling her in.

Replacing her.

Her scream broke into silence.

Gone.

Swallowed.

And then—

she was inside.

The TV snapped back.

Flat.

Cold.

Silent.

In the room—

the other Elena stood alone.

Breathing calmly.

Perfectly.

She looked down at her hands.

Flexed her fingers slowly.

Testing.

Learning.

A faint smile appeared.

And behind her—

on the screen—

Elena stood.

Frozen.

Watching.

Trapped.