Identical Body

Chapter One

-Mary's P.O.V.-

I woke up to the sound of hushed voices coming from outside of my room. I sat up, looking around my now blinding white room.

Where am I? I thought, clumsily getting out of bed, searching for my porcelain doll I was playing with the other day.

I sighed and stopped when I heard my mom's voice.

"I know this is the best for her. Just help her. Get rid of them!" I heard her yell.

Them?

Who's them?

I walked slowly to the door and tried opening it, to find that it was locked from the outside in. I tried it again, hoping to get out and hug my mom and ask her who she was talking about.

"I can't promise you the results you want, but I can try to figure out whats wrong with her. I'll have to ask you to leave though because I need to talk to her about what she remembers." A low, patient voice said, before the sound of keys jiggling could be heard.

I moved away from the door, hoping to catch a glance of my mom, but I didn't, all I heard was her retreating footsteps before the door was even opened. Did she not care about me anymore?

I felt tears sting my eyes as I went and sat on my bed, watching as the door opened and a strange man in a white coat came in with a note book in his hand.

"Hello Mary, how are you?" He asked, taking a seat in the plastic white chair against the wall by my bed.

I shrugged, my hands trembling. My mom always told me not to talk to strangers.

"Its ok Mary, I won't hurt you. Your mother and father have sent you here because they don't know what to do anymore. They want me to help you. Does that make sense?" He asked again, looking at me through his glasses.

"They don't want me no more?" I asked, ignoring his question because all I really heard was that my parents didn't know what to do with me.

He shook his head, "No, they do want you, its just something happened a few days ago and they're concerned about your safety and everyone else around you."

I nodded, trying to understand what he was saying, "who are you?"

"I'm Dr. Gennersons, but you can just call me Jeff," he answered with a small laugh.

I nodded, "why am I here? What happened?"

He looked up at me, confused, "you don't remember what happened a few days ago?"

I shook my head, my chocolate brown hair covering my face.

Jeff sighed, "I can't tell you dear. You'll have to remember."

"Why?" I asked, getting upset that no one was explaining things to me and making me solve the unsolvable.

Jeff sighed again, putting his notebook and pen down on the table beside him and looked at me with pitiful eyes, "something happened that night that made your parents worry about you and your brother. You have to remember because your brother won't talk and no one else was around until the end."

"My brother? Casper?" I asked, looking at him confused.

Jeff nodded, "yes. That thing involved you and your brother. That's all I know."

I thought about what he said. Something happened between Casper and I. Something to make me end up here. Why wasn't he here?

"Where am I? Am I in a hospital? Did I get hurt?" I asked, my mind jumbled with many un-answered question.