I know this isn't our daughter, but I won't let my wife kill her

Our daughter had been missing for three days before the police found her and brought her home. We held her and cried and laughed. We were relieved and so happy to have her home. That happiness was short lived. She wasn?t our daughter. She looked like her but it wasn?t her. My wife became distraught. I became withdrawn. We didn?t know what to do.
Each day we tried to keep a sense of normalcy. Normalcy in a currently abnormal world. We were both working from home due to the current health predicament. We got up every morning, got Anna out of bed, fed the dog, made breakfast, watched as Anna sat silently at the table staring blankly at her plate.
?What is it?? My wife whispered at me as we watched Anna stare blankly at the television. Our dog, Rosie, who usually sat next to Anna while she watched tv was conspicuously absent.
?I don?t know,? I said back. Anna turned her head, blank gray eyes looking at us without blinking.
?What are you? Where?s our daughter?? My wife cried. Anna turned back to her show.
As the weeks went by, I kept going through the daily motions. My wife started to fall apart. She couldn?t sleep, she burned food and broke plates. Then she'd break more plates out of anger because she?d broken a plate. I tried to console her, but I didn?t know how.
Then, one night, things changed for me. I tucked Anna into bed and grabbed the picture book from her bedside table. I read to Anna, the real Anna, every night. I?d been doing it for this one, too. It was the only time she seemed the slightest bit attentive. I opened the book then paused as I heard something behind me. Rosie had pushed open the bedroom door and padded into the room. She jumped up onto the bed and rested her head on Anna?s leg. Like she always did, before, with the real Anna.
Something in my broke. I knew, oh god I knew. Our Anna was gone. I felt it in my heart, in my soul. Anna wasn?t coming back. She was gone. She was dead. I started to cry. I rested my hand on Rosie?s head. Anna reached out and touched my hand. I looked into her gray eyes and smiled through my tears.
?Do you want me to read to you?? I asked. Anna looked at me, then nodded once.
?Ok, baby, ok,? I said.
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?How can you even stand to look at that ****ing thing?? My wife screamed at me.
?She?s not a thing, she?s a ****ing person. She?s our daughter!? I yelled back.
My wife couldn?t stand how I had been treating Anna recently, like our daughter. I could understand a lot of her feelings, of course, but she was starting to become unhinged. Even violent. I heard her call Rosie a traitor. She wasn?t well.
?Maybe you should call that psychologist again,? I suggested in a calmer voice.
?Oh **** you!? She turned and slammed our bedroom door in my face.
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I had just finished reading A Pocket for Corduroy, one of this Anna?s favorites, when I heard a crash from the kitchen. Rosie lifted her head up from the bed, ears perked up.
?Honey, you ok?? I called out. My wife didn?t respond. I sat for a minute in silence.
?Book?? Anna said quietly.
?Sure, baby, sorry. One more then it?s time for you to go to sleep,? I said, even though I knew Anna didn?t actually sleep.
I stood and walked over to the bookshelf and put Corduroy back. There was a noise in the hallway.
?Honey?? I said as I turned around.
My wife was standing in the doorway. She was holing a knife limply in one hand.
?Honey?? I choked out, ?what are you doing??
?I can?t do this anymore,? she said.
I took a few steps forward, my eyes on the knife. She moved quickly, raising the knife and lunging forward.
It was fast, so fast and so chaotic. Rosie was barking I was yelling incoherently, my wife was screaming and slashing the knife. I grabbed her around the waist and yanked her off the bed. She dropped the knife and I picked it up. I turned to Anna.
She was sitting up in the bed. There was a split in her face from just under her nose, though her lips to the bottom of her chin. There was no blood.
?It?s not even ****ing human,? my wife sobbed from the floor.
?You just tried to kill Anna!?
?It?s not Anna, it?s a ****ing monster! That proves it!?
I bent down and looked at Anna?s face. She looked up at me and smiled.
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I left my wife crying on the floor. I grabbed Anna, Rosie, my wallet, masks and my keys and got us into the car. My heart was pounding. What just happened, what the **** just happened? My wife tried to kill Anna. And Anna, she was hurt but...she was fine. No blood. Just open flesh.
I drove us a few counties over then stopped at a motel. I held Anna in my arms, her split face covered by her pink cloth mask. I asked at the front desk if they allowed pets. The kid at the desk shrugged and said ?just don?t smoke? before handing us our key card.
When we got to the room, I set Anna on the bed. Rosie jumped up next to her and licked her face where my wife...oh god where my wife slashed her. I went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I was exhausted. I laid down on the bed and reached out for Anna?s small hand. I clasped it in mine then I fell asleep.
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I woke up to a loud sound. Someone was banging on the door. Rosie was at the door, ears back, growling low. I looked through the peep hole. My wife was there! How the ****... my phone. I touched my pocket. My phone was there. She must have tracked us.
?Jay, open the door, open the ****ing door!?
I opened it a crack, the chain not letting me open it all the way.
?Why are you here?? I hissed through gritted teeth.
?Why are you protecting it??
?She?s our daughter and you cut her face!?
?She?s not our daughter, she?s nothing!?
Rosie was butting the back of my legs, trying to look through the door. I tried to push her back with my foot. Then the door hit me in the face and I fell back. The ****ty chain had broken in half and my wife was inside the room. I tried to get to my feet but she kicked my legs, then my side.
?Stop! Stop!? I yelled. Rosie was barking. I had to get up. I had to get to Anna. I was frantic, terrified, I felt dizzy and sick. I rolled over onto my stomach to try and get my knees under me for better leverage. My wife kept up her barrage of kicks.
Finally, I was able to stand up. I rushed to the bed and put myself between Anna and my wife. Her face was streaked with tears and snot, her eyes wide and wild.
?Stop, please stop!?
?Hey!? Someone shouted from the door. My wife and I both turned and saw the kid from the check-in counter. He was staring at Anna. Her face. He was looking at her cut face.
?Bad move, guys,? the kid said quietly.
?Listen-? I started to say.
?Who did that?? He asked.
?You don?t understand, I had to show him that?s not a person, it?s some kind of monster!? My wife shouted. The kid flinched at the word ?monster.?
?I need you to come with me now, ma?am,? he extended his hand towards my wife.
?Hey man, don?t call the police, listen we can-? I stopped short. The kid had Anna?s eyes. The cold, gray, blank eyes. What the **** is going on?
My wife was sobbing. The kid took her hand and lead her out the door.
?I?ll get someone to fix the chain in the morning,? he said.
?Wait, where are you taking her??
?It?s ok man, no worries. Look after your kid,? he shut the door.
I sat down on the bed. My body felt cold. Rosie came up and sat next to me. Anna reached out and patted Rosie on the head.
?Good dog,? she said.
I placed my hand on top of Anna?s. My heart was still racing. I clasped Anna?s hand in mine and tried to slow my panicked breathing.
From somewhere in the distance I heard a short scream. Then it was quiet again. Only the sound of passing traffic and Rosie?s breathing. I held Anna?s hand tighter.


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