Black Mirrors

Chapter 4 - The Half Clean Slate

      The drive out of St. Griffin was quiet, at first she took in the beauty of the school as the car drove out of the huge car park and made its way round the huge garden to the gate,which was at the other end of the garden. She couldn't keep her eyes off the beast in the middle of the garden. She sunk into the cozy black leather chair of the car as the air condition cooled the car, she clipped her seat belt and closed her eyes.

   

          Winnie,Winnie, Winnie.
  
   The name rang in her head. Her good mood was beginning to perish as her mood swung to one of irritation.

       Why do they think I'm her?. We do look alike for sure,she has my eyes,my nose,my smile,my skin. The only thing that differentiates us is the tiny birth mark I have under my left breast. She's really was a whore huh?. What kind of connection could we have?.
      Could two people be identical without being related?.
    What would my life have been as her?. I'd only be referred to as a slut by a bunch of high school girls.
   I wouldn't have been raped, at least I'd have slept with every guy willingly. It's way better to be a slut than a demented rape victim/murderer. I probably wouldn't have inner demons. Her life was perfect. I wish her imperfect life was mine. Its perfect as mine.
   Who is she anyways?. The resemblance is too fucking much.
   
       Her irritation subsided as she smiled.

    Maybe she's a relative?. Or my doppelganger.
  
      She laughed at her stupidity and settled for the latter. His deep yet broken voice brought her back to reality.

 

      "What's so funny?", he was staring at her suspiciously.

    

    "Huh?" She said confused as she opened her eyes lazily.

  

  "You were laughing, I just wanted to share your thoughts".

     

  She was quiet for a few minutes wondering if she could tell him honestly.

"I was just wondering what Winnie's life was like."

      

    He bursted out in laughter and she started at him,confused by his reaction. He gripped the steer wheel tighter and relaxed his muscles. He had stopped laughing and a small smile crept to his face.

        "Really Wi?, you're imagining a life that you've lived and was living before you left. OMG babe, you... are....funny. You're acting like you have amnesia."