All Of Me

I was in a room. An empty room. The only thing in the room was 5 identical doors. Amazing I know. A room with doors. The only thing different about this room was that there wasn’t a normal way out. The doors didn’t lead to another place. They each showed something different about me. 5 different versions of me. I stepped up to the first door, surprising myself with how uneasy I felt. I know myself. Nothing behind the doors should surprise me. I opened the door. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me in. It was me. An identical version of myself was staring at me. “Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?” it said. “What?” That’s all I managed to say before my twin huffed and turned and walked further into the room. I noticed how messy the room was. It looked like someone had started to clean it but gave up. On the walls were partly done drawings and paintings, there was a dresser with half the drawers partly open with clothes hanging out. Everything about the room was unfinished. Half done. The identical version of me was looking at me. “Hurry up and say it, I have other plans you know.” it said. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” “Come on! Do I have to do everything?” It started pacing. “Nobody gets anything done. All I want is for someone to do things quickly.” It stopped and looked at me. “Do something!” It jolted me out of my shock. “I um-” I started to say something but my twin interrupted and said “You're  too slow. I can’t have people like that here. Leave. Now!”  I left the room the way I came and stood there. Impatience. Interesting. I didn’t realize I was like that. I went to the next door, more prepared for something unpleasant. When I opened it I heard laughter. Another version of me was standing in a room filled with humorous pictures, a bed with a blanket with a design almost made me laugh, and I would have if a balloon hadn’t been popped in my face. My other twin laughed again, holding the pieces of the balloon. “Was that funny?” it asked. “Do you want to hear a joke?” it said before I could reply to its first question. For a while me and my twin were joking around trying to outdo each other in humor. I lost track of time, I was having too much fun to care about that. When I left my thoughts were better than at the last door. My humorous side. I like that. I entered the next door and heard weeping. Another version of me, which I expected this time, was curled up on the floor, sobbing. The walls were a dark gray and there was hardly any light. It looked at me. Its eyes were hopeless, almost begging me to end its misery. The room was the style of someone who didn’t care. Things lying around, a curtain half open. Stunned at how different this room was from the one I just came from, I just stood there. I backed out slowly when the sobbing got louder. Was it sad? It seemed like it. More than sad. I tried to shake off the disturbed feeling I had and went to the next door. I ducked as something was thrown at my face. The room was a mess. This is becoming a pattern. It looked like someone threw a tantrum. My fourth twin was angry. Enraged that the object thrown missed its target, my twin hit the wall. “Why can’t anything go the way it’s supposed to?” it yelled. It looked at me. “Why?” It threw a glass object at the wall and looked for other things to throw. As the walls became more and more bruised, I quickly left the room, unnoticed by my furious twin. I entered the next room without thinking, hoping there was something else pleasant about me other than my humor. It did seem better. The room was huge. There were numerous shelves of books, medals on the walls, and much more. The wall directly in front of me was being painted by my fifth and final twin. “Come here!” it called. I went to it and it smiled. “I’m painting Notre Dame. I’ve been practicing for weeks.” I smiled. Ambition. That’s what my twin represented. I stayed in this room the longest. At one point I was lost in my thoughts, thinking of how all of the things I saw in these rooms were pieces of who I was.