The Sister.

Frost

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Mel

The late winter mist hung densly over the forest. The world seemed to fade into white abyss, distance marked only by the pale lines of birch trees. Through the tiny window, I could only see the vagest of shadows, distorted by morning frost.

I was no longer lying in the drafty shed. Now, I lay on a pile of thin blankets in what appeared to be an old logging shack. A tiny, rectangular space, but with sturdier walls and roof than the shed. The ground was frozen, the door chained and padlocked, except now, a battery-powered space heater was positioned beside me, next to it a green thermose. I took the thermose, cautiously pouring out lumpy chicken-noodle soup into the lid. It was surprisingly still warm, and my empty stomach quickly defeated my inner-vegetarian as I gulped the broth, swallowing chicken lumps whole in my frenzy. The soup vanished to quickly. I wiped my mouth on the sweater sleave. Theresa's sweater. I shuddered at the thought of her. Her cold eyes, sartilingly blue and cold as ice. Loosening the studded belt around my waist, I examined my surroundings. I tried to find anything sharp or heavy I could break the chain with, but there was nothing.The walls were thick, and from the amount of trees visible through the clearing fog, I was deeper into the woods than I'd ever wandered, which was farther than most.

The cold seeped into my bones despite the heater. My face felt heavy and cracked with makeup. My hair was oily, brittle, and freshly died black. I fell back onto the blankets, feeling helpless. Panic washed over me, making it impossible to breath. I lay back, shivering, and cried myself to sleep to the sound of my own heart faltering.

Theresa

I cursed my self a thousand times over. Was I stupid? The girl could die slow and painfull, for all I cared. I'd go out again, and this time, I'd do it. I was no longer Theresa Williams, but there couldn't be two Melanies.

Mel

I was walking down a long hall of flourescent panel lights and white walls. It was the highschool. I trailed my fingers along the lockers, letting the locks click helplessly in their path, the same ones I passed everyday, but today they looked different. I was small again. Skipping merrily, singing a song I didn't know. My voice, high and clear and child-like, echoed chillingly off the metal lockers and plaster walls. A sweet, lonesome sound. A second voice joined slowly, melding with mine. My own, but harsher.

The hall melted away, and I stood surounded by mirrors, disoriented. My own blonde locks and pudgy cheeks stared back with with wide, frightened eyes. I stopped singing, my voice dropping away suddenly into silence.

And then my reflection opened her mouth. She began singing eerily, slow and haunting-like. The other mirrors joined in, the cold melody pressed in on my ears, a physical pain. The reflections morphed, one by one, features shifting, eyes hardening. I spun, around and around, to find myself surrounded by a thousand singing child Theresas. Fear crept through my bones, like early morning frost on glass. My heart was seized by ice, I tasted blood, surprisingly warmand salty. My screams harmonized perfectly with Theresa's cruel laughter. . .

I jerked awake in a cold sweat, curled on the ground with the blankets crumpled around me. The heater had died and red light seeped through the high window, betraying the sunset beyond....or the sunrise. I had no way to tell time. All I knew was that I was cold, wet, hungry, and locked in the middle of the woods at Theresa's mercy. I spat out the blood, now cold in my throat. I must have bitten my tongue in the night. I couldn't remember dreaming, but still had the twisting fear of something more knotted in my gut. I stood on shaky legs moved across the room once again, searching in vain for any means of escape. The chain was so cold, it burnt my fingers to touch it. the locks were out of reach, on the outside of the door. The wind whistled outside, weaving through the trees and whisking secrets away.

I dropped to my knees and began tearing the thinnest blanket into sections. The blanket was pale blue, almost white, dingy and old. But the fabric was strong, and I struggled to seperate the threads with shaking hands. It took the better part of the evening, and the red light proved to be sunset, leaving the night dark and starless, but I finally seperated several squares of cloth. There was already a gap between the door and wall, just wide enouhg to squeaze a twig or pinky finger....or a note. I left the fabric and searched desperately to find something to write with. I found nothing but a pair of long-forgotten rubber boots and a lot of cobwebs. Despairingly, I surendered to the cold and retreated to what remained of my blankets, loudly cursing the space heater to keep myself company. 

Theresa

"Mel!" I turned to face the semi-circle of concerned faces. It was my first school day since 'Theresa's' disapearance. Ryan had left for class after telling me I was acting strange and asking if I was really okay. I brushed off his concerns and prepared for my next performance. I slipped into a mask of tiresome worry and helplessness. 

"Hey guys." I said hoarsly, faking a sad smile. 

"Omigawd," A freckly blonde girl, possibly more annoying and well liked than Mel, gripped my shoulders, overly dramatic. "We heard what happened! Are you okay? Do you want to talk?" 

"Lay off, Bridget! Give her some air!" A dark haired girl in a paint spattered T-shirt pulled freckles away, forcefully. They bickered, as a olive-skinned girl with pale green eyes smiled calmly. 

"Don't mind them. You know how they are. We should go, we'll be late for class." She took my arm and I let her lead me away to Science class, where I recieved yet more pity. I have to say, my performance was flawless. There was only one person I had yet to fool, and only one still to dispose of.