Three weeks
Words can't even describe how lost I feel. How alone it feels to be surrounded by unfamilarities. To hear whispers of my hunt excited whispers.
I have been confined in these four walls. The door is always kept close and when it is open another door is im view. I am served three meals a day. Always the same. The same meat, the same rice and the same mixed veges.
The windows are kept locked. They fear I might try to escape. I know not to. I had tried the whole of last week. I have bruised my body trying. They have beaten me.
I know nothing of my brothers. I care little of my mother now. I need an explanation however.
Christine has visited me twice. She talks little. She comes and then she goes. The voice came sat beside my bed and brushed away some stray hair away from my face. Whispered something in my ears I have long forgotten.
I do not know what is happening on the outside. I know nothing of my school. If my teachers are worried. If a report was made for my abscence. If anyone is even looking for me. I know nothing.
I am spread across on the bed. Its sheets rustle together. I look up at the ceiling tracing every crack with my eyes.
The door opens and a figure stand in its place. They move into the room until they hover me. The figure wears perfume so strong it invades my space. I look up and my mother is staring at me.
"Elizabeth,"she say as she takes a seat at the foot of my bed.
I push myself up plopping the pillow behind my back and I wait. I wait for what seems like eternity.
"I'm so very sorry," she breaks into a cry. A nasty one.
I do not move; I cannot.
"I know this must seem confusing to you but I promise its nothing bad," she hiccups.
Nothing bad?
I let out a laugh startling my mother now she is confused.
"Nothing bad," not my voice "you call this nothing bad" I indicated with my hands as I moved them along my body.
"Why am I here?"
My mother looks up wipes the tears from her eyes.
An explanation.
"When I was pregnant with you I was also pregnant with your sisiter," she looks up at me
I had sister. Wait that means i'm a twin but I was the only one born.
"What?"
She doesn't speak.
"You have a twin sister or you had," she takes a hold of my hands " bethany I know you confuse and your probably wonder how you ended up in this body but I promise you everything will be alright."
I look down at her hands and mine my eyes wide open my mouth gaping like a fish.
"That shadow that you use to tell me about it was your sister," her hands squeeze mine "you consumed her when you were in the womb."
"I wasn't sure how to explain this to you but this was the first it had happen to our family"
I am not myself.
"It wasn't really something me and your father were expecting so to ensure that didn't happen to your brothers we had to make a sacrifice."
I am not myself.
"Everytime a stone family is pregnant we make a sacrifice so that neither one of our children sacrifice one of the other," tears falls from her eyes and onto our hands " your father was never around when I was pregnant so there were some difficulties."
"You and your sister would either consume or both die in my womb."
"What about adam and sebastian," I manage to speak.
"I killed their father so what happened to you wouldn't happen to them," she sighs "Its something that has cursed our family for generations. Its a evil that we ourself cannot fight."
"But this body?"
She shakes her head "This is your sisters body but its is also yours. The moment you let the shadow in was the moment you let your sister in"
"What?" I stammer "so why am I here"
She smiles
"You are a sacrifice."
I am not my self
"You were never meant to exist."
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TerrorFrom the age of seven Bethany Stone had been able to see this shadow. This being that hainted her day in day out. Now seventeen she is caught in a series of events. She welcomes this shadow, this darkness. As the days goes by she finds herself in si...