Two Girls, One World, Zero Chances

Dang It

Soon the blue and Red lights began to fade away.

I came upon an iron steel door. Which can not be kicked down.

I reached into my sweaters pocket and grabbed my phone. I had an outer box case which you easily click open. I clicked the case open and a single key fell onto the floor. I bended over and snatched it up.

I reassemble my case and stuffed it back into my pocket.

I held the key in my hands. My thumb gliding over the teeth of the key. My hazel eyes locked on the gold key

This place held many memories. This place. This is wear my mom.. Was Alive, this is were my mom.. Died. I tucked my dirty blond loose strand of hair behind my ear, and remember the story my father told me as a young twelve year old girl.

"Jamal where the hell are you?" My mother yelled in pain. She was in so much pain. The pain rippled through her body as another contraction came.

The mid wives supplied her with wet towels over her head.

"Jamal!" She hissed through gritted teeth.

My dad came running in from the kitchen. He wore a mask over his mouth and a doctors outfit.

"Ok, it's time to push Ms. Lorraine."

My mother nodded. The blood soaked the white blankets.

["Trust me I know 'why would a birth place have white sheets?'" "Raven Tell the story!" "Ok, ok,"]

Mother pushed and a beautiful baby girl was born. The girl was covered in blood. And her screams couldn't match the her mother that cried out in her pain.

"Uh, Jill, we're not done," Another mod wife said to Jill, the mid wife holing the first baby.

Jill looked from the baby to the other mod wife and nodded. She handed my mother the baby. My mother gazed at the baby in awe.

She had blond hair and beautiful blue eyes.

But my mother screamed in agony once again. But a few minutes later another baby was placed in her hands. This one had hazel eyes like her father.
Her hair was coated in the color of dirty blond. Jamal had black hair. And his texture of hair of represented on the babies head.

I saw myself. My baby self.  But the other one.  I don't know.

"What are there names?" Asked Jill who had her hands clasped over her heart. There was no dry eye in the room. All the mid wives where crying. Of course my mother swelled up in tears. And my father eyes where bloodshot and puffy. But his lips where turned in a smile, and his lips pressed against our mothers head.

"This one is Raven." She said bouncing the dirty blond haired, hazel eyes child.

"This one.." She gestured to her all bond haired blue eye child ".. Is.."

My memory always went fuzzy there. Well my dad never told me the end. He never told me the end of that story sadly.

And yes. I have a sister. A Twin sister. But I don't know her and she doesn't know me.

I sighed. I couldn't hold back the hot steamy tears. Through these doors held memories. Good and bad. I sighed and pushed the key into the lock.

When I heard the click I'm pushed the door. I my eyes flickered around the dirty abandon room. I walked in, the first room why the main room.

There was a bloody stained mattress with and old Wooden birch bed set pushed in the far upper left corner.
There was two toddler beds dressed in old dingy dirty looking princess sheets, pushed together next to it. Right next to those beds were two cribs. The wood was scraped and peeling.

There was a newer yet old mattress in the right hand corner. That's when I crashed her that one time. There was another entry straight ahead. It was kitchen which was connected to the bathroom.

But now that I'm older and have a more mind about things. I can't look at the place without breaking down.

I went back outside and closed the door. I rested the side of my head on the frame.

I stuffed the key in my book bag. Than banged my fist my the door and ran away from it...

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I was running for a long time. It was morning but still dark. So l decided to rest on the nearest build board sign I saw.

I came across a newly put up build board. I climb to the top and sat down on the narrow ledge. I swung my feet over and just gazed into the horizon.

My eyes lids started to drop heavily over my eyes.

But I couldn't fall asleep up here. I'm a mover when I sleep. When I wake up, hell, the point is I won't wake up. I'll 'wake up' singing with the devil.

So I decided to spray paint. The spells and fumes always kept me alert.

So I started spray painting my signature graffiti sign on the build board. With a little extra piazza to keep me busy. But I was stopped short when I heard "put your hands up" drum into my ears.

I turned around with my hands up, semi up-

[oh don't look at me like that you know I'm that lazy]

- and smiled a crooked smile as I realized the ten cop cars under me.

I snapped my fingers, "Dang it."