Secret Twin

Part 3: Leaving

Zadie was extremely nervous. How much had her house changed? Was it okay? How were her neighbors? Did they move? Zadie's mind filled with questions.

She entered the police car before, she closed the door. "You must be Mrs. White. I'm officer Blake, and I'll be helping you. You're as beautiful as they say." Officer Blake said as he started the car. Zadie was now both flattered, and nervous. In fact it took her a couple seconds to find an answer to give. "Thank you, I really appreciate that." She finally answered.

As they drove Zadie looked out the window. She looked at familiar stores, houses and streets. Some didn't look as familiar, some things changed. She wasn't surprised that things changed, just surprised of how they changed.

The turned right into her neighborhood. It didn't look to change at all, just the same cozy looking houses that went with the entrance. She finally saw it, her home, the home she had grew up in, the only home she knew. Now it was over grown, the vines ran down along the wooden walls. The grass was overgrown, it was tall enough to almost be at the window.

It was abandoned, untouched.

We parked on the side of the road, since we hadn't had a garage. We got out of the car and she looked at her house, now in shambles. "Her we are, Mrs. White. Now let's go inside, shall we?" Officer Blake said while standing beside her in the front of the house.

"We shall, and. Please, call me Zadie." She responded walking on the over grown path way. Zadie opened the green wooden door into the house. Inside was dusty, photos of her family on the shelves, were now filthy and faint. Particles of dust lingered around the room.

Officer Blake turned on the light by the door. Just like she remembered, the stairs on the right wall. If you turned left there was a kitchen, connected to a living room, and bathroom. "We'll make it work." Officer Blake said looking around. She answered with looking at him with a smile and before she went up the stairs.

Upstairs was a master bedroom, which was her parents room before. And her bedroom. Since it was assent-ally her home now, she took the master bedroom. She set her stuff down on the ground and quickly changed the bed sheets.

She fell back lying on the queen sized bed. It was comfortable, definitely more comfortable than that hospital bed. After a couple minutes of laying there and decided to see what Officer Blake was doing. She went to search, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She saw someone combing towards her. "Help, help" the figure kept saying. Her gaze turned quickly towards it. Zadie felt a tear slide down her cheek, she was terrified.

The same girl, black hair, life less eyes, same dress. "What you name?" Zadie whispered to the girl. "Marilyn." She whispered as she stopped right in front of her. Zadie's tear multiplied into more. But Zadie didn't seem to notice, she was too scared of Marilyn to notice her tears.

She then heard the door open. She was relieved when she saw Officer Blake, when she turned back to face Marilyn there was nothing. All but the dust floating around the room.

"Zadie, are you okay? What happened? Do we need to go to Dr. Parker?" Officer Blake spat out questions, Zadie's gaze looks at the worried expression on his face.

After a few moments she finally came to her senses. She quickly wiped her tears off her face. "Yes I'm fine, just. Just being in this room. It, it makes me think of my parents. I'm just trying to comprehend it all." She had tried to come up with an excuse on the spot.

"Are, are you sure?" He asked questioning her excuse.

"Yes, I'm fine. What did you need?" Zadie said trying to change the topic. "I just came in here to see if it was okay for me to stay in the other room. I was cleaning a bit as well, I removed most of the dust in the kitchen." Officer Blake said.

"Thank you I greatly appreciate that, and yeah. Of course. Make yourself at home." Zadie said softly with a fake smile plastered on her face. With that Officer Blake left her room and shut the door.

As soon as the door shut the room felt cold. Like it was winter. She went onto the bed. She sat down and pulled her knees to her chest. She started crying, but it was silent. Not a peep was made, not a whimper, not even a sniffle.

She didn't know what she was crying about exactly. Whether it was her parents, Marilyn, or both. All she knew was she wanted to cry until the end of time.

"Don't cry." She heard a whisper from Marilyn say. She turned to find her in the same position beside her. "Why are you here?" Zadie whispered with more tears falling. "For you." Marilyn said before disappearing to thin air.

At least Marilyn comforts her. But why did she? Why was she there for her? After all she had never met her in her life, at least she thought. I mean she now knew she wasn't alone. Still, she didn't know whether it was her mind, nor did she know if it was real.

But she believed it was real. She didn't want to believe she was alone in this. After all how could her mind make it up now? However, there was one question she wanted answered answer to more than any other. Why did she ask for help?

The question raced through her mind. It took her full intention, it even stopped her tears. What did she mean by she was here for me? Her mind thought more and more every second.

After a couple of hours she finally let her mind rest. Her eyes shut pulling her to slumber.

Zadie shot up from her bed. She had a night terror. She was sweating buckets. The same girl, the same black hair, the same cry for help, the same... Marilyn. Her ears couldn't put out the sound of her screams. Suddenly, she turned towards her door.

There she could make out... a shadow.