Shanaia
The smoke blew in my face as I stared at my burning house. The ambulance sirens in the background and the sound.. That threatening sound. The screams of my sister, forever stuck in my head till the day I die.
Tears flew down my cheeks and I felt my invisible cord that was attached to my twin sister burn.
Gone forever.
Every photo, every moment we shared, every object we shared, burned down in flames in a matter of seconds.
My mom stood near a police car crying her eyes out with a towel wrapped around her and my dad was just staring at our house. No signs of visible tears.
Nothing.
Then an exploding noise was heard and I jumped and cried even harder.
I started to be shook to death. Opening my eyes, I stared at the light turned on in my room then to my mom who had a worried expression on her face.
It was a dream.
That horrible, excruciating, depressing dream.
I felt the sweat drip down my forehead and a tight knot form in the pit of my stomach.
"Honey, are you ok?" My mom asked me in a soothing tone and I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded.
"I'm fine mom, dont worry about me. Just a bad dream," I told her as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Was this 'dream' about the fire? Shanaia, should I call your psychiatrist again?" She was about to get up when I stopped her.
"No mom, I'm fine really. The dream was something different, I'll just get back to sleep again," I lied and she nodded.
She kissed my forehead and walked out of my room, turning off the light.
I fell asleep again and the same dream repeated itself over and over again like a record player.
~×~
I woke up late. I missed the bus, homeroom and first class. Which was French.
God damn, I missed seeing Fred's adorable face.
Walking into History, I went and sat down near Jenni and Zoey and stayed staring at Fred who was talking to his friends.
I have to admit, I have a crush on him but I like to lead him on.
Jenni called out for him and I sent her a death glare as he came running towards us.
"Hey Shanaia, where were you in French? You left me all alone," Fred said with an adorable smile.
I chuckled and looked away from his face and stared at Mr. Gates walk into class.
Smoothly, Jenni turned around and stared down at him.
"I slept late," I finally said and Fred nodded when Ethan's voice echoed around the room. He quickly winked at me before leaving to sit down near Jason.
I don't see what Jenni sees in this guy. I mean, yeah he'not bad but there are far cuter than him but that's just in my eyes. She probably sees a god when he's in front of her.
But love is weird ain't it.
I don't mean just from boyfriends, I mean from everyone you know. That fire was my mistake. I left the gas on. My dad still blames me after almost 6 months after the fire. I don't blame him for blaming me.
He loved me until I ruined his perfect little family. I know he doesn't want me to be a part from it and it already feels like that.
Loosing your twin is like loosing a part of yourself that she helped recover.
Everything inside of me is broken and I hide my problems with a fake smile to show the world that I'm somehow fine.
When really?
I feel like my soul has been taken by a crossroad demon, my heart eaten alive, and my body feels numb.
~×~

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