Two Lost Souls

The Beginning

18 Feb 2022

When you act like everything is okay... eventually something will happen bringing you back to reality.

And that's exactly what happened.

Nobody was prepared.

November 2021, the day that I woke up from the lie I was telling myself.

The day when the world saw the death of Samantha Collins, the twin of Claire Collins.

A waitress in the most exclusive Spanish Tavern of the town, and a night club.

She cut her veins, bleeding to death. Found in the bathtub of a small hotel in the surrounding of London.

The scene was... hard to swallow.

The state of the room was dreadful. It was a five foot room equipped with a little bedroom, a kitchen with views to the garbage section and a small bathroom. It was enough for one person. A bit claustrophobic for two.

The smell was terrible, coming from the fridge where they found the leftovers of chicken soup. It must have been left there for days.

Going back to the bedroom, Simon, the police inspector, looked at the bedroom. It was the cleanest part of the room, the bed sheets had been recently cleaned and nicely arranged. The pillows were placed properly. Seemed like someone
recently cleaned.

And then, just picking up a handkerchief to cover his nose, he entered the bathroom.

"Gosh, poor girl."

There she was, lying in a fetal position in the bathtub with her arms slowly sliding to the sides, covered in her blood. Her face was hidden by her brown hair. The only clothes she was wearing were the curtains of the bathtub.

A couple of alcohol bottles could be seen in the bin, and some pills too.

"Maybe she was depressed... Why would someone so young commit suicide?"

He took a glimpse of the mirror. One sentence was written down "I made my choice."

He hated the sight of it, just another cry of help that never got to be listened to.

A whisper of a lost soul.

"Ding,ding,ding!"

Someone was at the door. He took a quick look at the room before opening the door, everything seemed quite normal.

The living copy of the victim looked back at him.

"Why are you here? What happened? Where's my sister?"

This complicated matters... a lot.

"I will ask you to calm down and let's talk outside for a moment."

He led the young woman, Claire, outside and took the shopping bag from her hands to rest them in the hall.

Following him with her gaze, Claire started talking.

"So... did someone barge in and stole all our stuff?"

"Claire, I really don't know how to say this, but something bad happened while you were gone. Your sister" scratching his head, he sighed. "...well, she commited suicide."

Silence.

"Wh-What are you saying?"

"Your sister...she's dead."

"No...No, she is not, we just talked before, you must be wrong. She is not dead. I - just let me, let me go inside and just...I just... I need to go shopping and...I-Samantha is going to be hungry. Let me...I"