My twin sister, the ghost

Chapter One. Massie's POV

I used to believe ghosts weren't real. That they were a fragment of your imagination. Made up stories to tell in the dark. But that was back then. Back before the accident. The accident that took my sisters life.

My name is Massie. I always thought that my sister would always be there for me. That she would grow old and die with me. I was 16 when my twin sister, Maybrie, was killed in a car crash that I barely survived from. It was so dark out that night. I wanted to go to a party that mom had said no to. So I decided to sneak out. Maybrie told me not to go by myself. That it was to dangerous to drive alone at night. So I begged her to come. She refused at first, but finally gave in. We waited until 12:00 a.m, both of us nervous and excited. At exactly 12:00 we snuck downstairs and quitly creeped out the front door. I jumped in the drivers side of our black pickup truck while Maybrie jumped in the passenger side. I started the truck and we were off. After driving four miles we finally made it to Linkon City Park. A ton of people were already there partying. Maybrie and I got out of the truck and went to the consession stand and ordered our favorite drink, a Dr. Pepper. After a hour of dancing Maybrie found me in a abandoned bathroom making out with a cute blonde headed boy. She grabbed my hand and told me that it was time to go. She looked really frightened and her makeup had been smeared from her crying. She was panting from running and jumped at every noise. I asked her what was wrong but she wouldn't tell me. I looked at the boy, mouthing sorry, and then we ran to the truck and got in. I reved the engine and headed back towards the highway, weaving carefully through the crowd. Maybrie sighed with relief when the truck finally made it on the solid tar of the road. I looked at my sister and again asked what was wrong but she shook her head and said she couldnt tell me. I stared her straight in the eyes and was fixing to say something when out of the corner of my eye I saw something big dart across the road in front of us and swerved at the last minute to avoid hitting it. The truck swung sideways and started to flip, over and over again. The last thing I heard was Maybrie's screams as the truck ramed front first into a tree. Then everything went black. I remember waking up to bright, white lights. At first I didn't know where I was but after a few minutes I realized I was in a hospital. I heard a gasp next to me an turned my head to see what it was. My mom had been sitting in the chair next to me and stood up when she noticed me awake. She grabbed my hand and started yelling "she's awake!". A tall nurse rushed in the room and checked my pulse and asked me questions like what my name was and how old I am. It seemed stupid at the time. Of course I knew my name. Finally, after prodding my arm with a needle I dont know how many times in the same spot, the nurse left my mom and dad alone with me. I stared at them and asked how long I had been sleeping and was shocked to find out I had been in a coma for three weeks. I swallowed and then asked where Maybrie was. Mom started crying and dad gently grabbed my hand.

"Honey," he said," your sister didnt make it. We had her funeral two weeks ago." I stared at dad and then mom. I could tell by their faces they werent lying. Then I screamed and screamed.

It has been three months since the accident, and I still haven't gotten over my sister. It was two months after the accident when she came back. I was depressed and had weekly visits with a shrink. Everyone told me it wasn't my fault that my sister died. That it was a accident. But it was me who talked her into comming. It was me driving. I stopped talking to people, I barely ate, and everynight I woke up screaming from the same nightmare that I used to have every night. I was always in our truck driving somewhere. The sterio was blasting and all of a sudden Maybrie appeared beside me. I stared at her and asked how she was, but she never replied. Suddenly her face would curl up into pure anger and she would yell at me, saying it was my fault,over and over again. Then I would see something black in the road ahead and swerve, wrecking into the same tree everytime. Thats when I woke up screaming. When I saw Maybrie for the first time since her death, I was home alone. Mom and dad left to go have a meeting with my phyciatrist, probably discussing what meds to put me on now. I was watching tv when I heard a voice call my name. I got up and followed the voice to my sisters room, which was right next to mine. I paused but then pushed open the door. The room looked the same as it did when my sister was alive. The same blue walls with black hearts and words strown acrossed it. The same black bedspread, smoothed neatly on the bed, like she had made it that morning. I walked in the room and sat down at the desk. Her laptop sat on the desk and for a split moment I wondered what the last thing she typed on it was. Her books were stacked neatly in the cubby holes in the desk and I noticed something laying beside one. I picked up a picture frame that had been placed backwards and looked at the picture inside it. It was me and her at the school dance. It was a formal dance so we had on expensive ball gowns and mom was ecstatic, wanting a picture of us together. The only difference between us was our dresses. Other than our clothing style, her's sparkly and outgoing, mine fitting and cute, we were exactly the same. From our long blonde hair to our bluish-green eyes. I stared into my reflection in the picture frame and then set it down, smashing it against the desk. I jumped up and ran out of the room. I went in my room and sat on my bed, crying. Every since Maybrie died, it felt like I was lost. My other half was gone. I laid down and wrapped my blanket around me. I silently cried, letting all the anger and misery pour out. Suddenly I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.

"Dont cry. Whats wrong honey?" I rolled over to face who I thought was my mom but it wasnt. I saw the faint glow of my sister just before she vanished. I gasped and stared at the green wall where my twin had just stood. Am I loosing it? I thought. I rolled back over and soon fell into a deep sleep.