No.
No, no, no.
It can't be.
As the little girl stood closer, I remembered everything.
Memory by memory.
Thought by thought.
She is my long lost sister.
The sister I never got to meet.
The sister that was born before me.
And then it hit me, was she doing this for revenge?
I mean, it wasn't my fault that she was taken away from my parents.
Maybe she thinks that I have replaced her.
Which can't be true.
Can it?
The only reason I am here instead of her, is because it was legal for my parents to have another child.
And they wanted another child.
We both stopped.
We stopped breathing.
We stared.
My mouth opened and I tried to push some words out.
'Look, I'm sorry.' I mumbled.
Her eyes twinkled.
It was like she was trying to cry, but couldn't..
Because she...
She's dead.
'I really am sorry. But it isn't my fault.' I started to feel guilty.
'No. It is all your fault.' She hissed.
Once again I wanted to look away.
'If you weren't born, mama would still care about me.' She pressed her cold, heartless hands onto my shoulders.
'They would of cared, that the orphanage caught on fire.' She spat.
'AND they would of cared about my death.' She stepped away.
I started to cry.
It wasn't my fault, was it?
I started to feel sick.
I became confused, lost and upset.
What was she going to do with me.
She did nothing.
She walked away.
Everything was dark.
I was still paralyzed.
Wait... So am I dead now?
I fell.
Now I can't move.
And dead people are able to touch me.
I was stopped in my thoughts, as I realised I began to move once again.
I had feeling once again.
I think.... I'm saved.
I forced a smile onto my face.
But became frightened when I looked down onto my lap.
The collar.
She had left the collar on my lap.
I picked it up and it tingled in my num hands.
I observed it.
A dog tag attached to it read: Tilly, 21 acre street.
My mouth dropped open in horror.
That's where I live.
And I have a dog called Tilly.
Her collar went missing a couple of weeks ago.
And now I know who stole it.
Tilly is old.
But I didn't know it was possible for her to be that old.
She couldn't of belonged to 'my sister'.
It just doesn't seem right.
I shoved the collar into a little pouch, that I had made onto my costume.
I stood up and began to walk into the darkness.
I walked and walked.
It felt like I wasn't going anywhere.
It felt like I was walking into the same trap.
But then I saw a small light.
A similar light.
The moon.
I can see the moon.
I screamed with excitement when I realised, it was the door.
The door to the outside world.
I'm escaping.
Oh and I feel proud.
I ran for the door.
I leaped out of the house.
I fell onto the fresh grass.
The moonlight spread onto my face.
'Where have you been, loser?' A familiar voice teased.
