Alice?

That Night

I was never the first choice in anyone's life, my parents' life, damn not even my own life. I can't even tell you that I have achieved anything my twin sister Alice already haven't. I guess i'm someone you call a glass child. Everyone just sees through me.

June 11th, 2023. My father's boss embarrassed him in front of his whole candidate team. He said he is the only reason my father was even considered or looked at as a future president. When my father came home, he was angry. He was humiliated in front of people who were supposed to respect him. He went into his office and started drinking, drinking so much that he slurred on his words. He drank so much that he realised that since he couldn't take his anger out on his boss, he could take it out on his family.

I'm in between sleep when I hear a noise in my room. I sit up to see Alice. Over the screaming and arguing, she whispered something to me, "You know i love you, right?" Confused, I asked her. "Alice, what are you talking about?" I squint my eyes to get a better view of her. It was dark. All I could see was her figure hovering over me. Her hands were holding my cheek. "Sophia, I don't wanna go yet," "I want to stay." Her voice broke in between words. "Wh- Where are you going?" I faintly asked as I slowly slipped back into sleep. "I'll always be with you, remember that Phia," She said silently as she let my cheek go. The last thing I remember of that encounter was one of Alice's teardrops falling on my forehead.

I woke up in alice's room, I don't even remember coming into her room. The last thing I remember was going back to sleep after talking to her. After that, everything was a blur. Did I sleep walk or did I just black out?

After staring at the ceiling for 10 minutes trying to recall last night, nothing came to mind. Maybe mom or dad knows what happened last night and what happened to me.

I walk through the empty hallway and then pass through the living room. When I reached the living room, the floor was shiny and wet. it seemed like Lola cleaned it. She usually is only mop on Wednesdays and Sundays, but today was Friday. I brushed it off and continued to make my way to my parents' room.

Finally I reached their room. When I opened the door, only my mother was in bed, I guess my father had already left for work. It's not like he's ever home anyway. I looked closer at my mother's face she was sound asleep, and since she was a light sleeper, I slowly and silently closed the door. "I'll just ask Lola then." I thought .

I went to the kitchen since Lola is usually cooking breakfast for me and Alice . There she was beating eggs. I walked up to her and nocked on the counter to get her attention. "Good morning Lola, I wanted to ask you about last night." I confronted her, but she played dumb. "What do you mean? Anyway, I made your favorite." She switched the conversation very smoothly. I sat down at the dining table while she bought me breakfast. "Eat up since today is your first day of summer. You should enjoy it, Alice."

This was the first time she confused me with alice, I was kinda hurt but can't blame her were identical twins after all. When Alice and I were born, our parents tattooed our first name, initials onto the back of our hands to tell the difference. I had an S while Alice had an A.

"Um. Lola, I'm Sophia. See look at the tattoo. You see the letter S ?" I pushed my hand out to show her my tattoo. "Alice, that's an 'A'. Sophia is away with your grandparents, remember?" She laughed at my stupidity and went back into the kitchen. Confused, I looked at the back of my hand and saw the letter 'A'. I sat there confused. I tried searching for any memory of me getting an A tattoo. I found none. I have so many questions, but the main one is, where is Alice.

I ran into my room and looked into the mirror. Instead of my long black hair, I had Alice's short dyed blond hair. I paced around the room as I couldn't find an answer to this or last night. I tried to rub off the tattoo. Maybe they were playing a prank on me, but it stayed on.

I fell to the floor sobbing. Tears fell down until I heard it. In a distorted voice, I heard something or someone say quietly.

"Don't worry, I still know who you really are."

I raised my head and looked up to find no one in the room with me. I stood up scared but determined.

(AN:Hope you enjoyed the chaper of my first story. It was tiring to come up with ideas and what kind of genre I wanted it to be. Thank you for reading.)