Little Town Of Modric

Abby

I claw at the skin on my body, unable to breathe properly.
"Why won't it come off", I keep clawing at the reddening skin.
It is not my skin.
"Abby", my dad walks through the door.
"No", I groan trying to rip each layer off not caring how the blood and pain surround me as if this was my own body.
"Abby stop", he grabs my hands yanking them away and holding them up to my face.
"I'm not Abby",I cry, begging for him to hear me.
He looks at me with the most worried expression I have ever seen him wear.
The only time I have ever seen him this worried was when he was told Abby died a year ago in a car accident.
"I'm not Abby", I sobbed as he still held my arms up and away from my body so I could not rip this skin away.
"I'm Carly", I needed him to know this skin wasn't mine.
He sighed and looked at me as if he was pleading for my sanity but I knew who I was," Carly died a year ago Abby".
My heart beat wildly, he didn't believe me.
I wasn't Abby.

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"I'm Carly", I screamed at him, begging for him to see me within.

"Ok Abby", he winced as he said it. " If you are not Carly then who's buried at Saint Peter Grounds".

He had buried my body already underground. How was I supposed to get the skin back on my body and be me again?

" I can't be Abby", I cried, " I can't live in her skin".

I tore my arms away from my father's and started scratching at my skin again.

"I am Carly", my voice was gone and had turned more into a whisper.

He took my arms away from me again and hugged me,"Please stop" he was crying.

I could feel his snort on my shoulder as his body shook as he tugged  me even tighter ," I can't lose another daughter", his voice was a broken thing.

We both just sat on the floor crying. 

I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby, I wasn't Abby.

Carly was alive.

She had to be because Abby died last year.

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