A Collection of Short Stories

The Twin - Part Three

 This might be a quick one, sorry to the few who are reading this. But I need help. She's here, right now, and I'm scared for my life. I'll quickly get caught up on the past few days, there haven't been many since my last report.

So after the last incident, her voice never really left my head. It turned into that ringing that's always present in your ear but you never take notice of, a noise that you've grown so accustomed to that your brain skips over it. All hours of the day the phrase this is mine would be chanted over and over again inside my head, with my own voice. I had no idea what the phrase meant, and I certainly couldn't ask anybody. They'd think I'm crazy.

I had tried pressing for more information about this deceased twin of mine. I did find out that it was female, and supposedly we were identical, or at least we appeared to be then. But that was all the information I learned. Obviously I couldn't have gotten much, as she didn't even live to be five hours old.

I feel like I really have lost it. For the past few days I've actually been considering that my twin has come back from the dead to haunt me, 17 years after she died. Which must sound absolutely ridiculous to anyone who possesses any shred of sanity. It even sounds insane to me, yet there's still some part of me that believes in it. But is there another answer to this? Sorry, I'm side tracking. I'll get back to the story. I don't think I have much time.

Anyway, after I tried to confront her things just got worse. And it seemed that asking my parents about her angered her more (now I'm talking like this person really is my twin. She's probably reading this over my shoulder and laughing). She's been closing in on me over the past few days, and the voices haven't left. They get louder as the day goes on, and then at about noon they go back to being background noise. I don't know what significance that has.

But the fact that she had been getting closer and closer was really freaking me out. Remember how I said she was once outside of my class, looking in the window? Well she had been doing that every day up until yesterday. It didn't matter where I was, school, home, a friend's, she was there. I didn't sleep at all during those days because I could feel her staring at me from outside my window.

But then she moved again. She's inside my room right now, as I'm typing this up. She's still getting closer. Two days ago she would just stand in the corner of the room I was in, her lips turned up in a sinister smile. Eyes cold, like those of a fish, trained on me, staring so hard I could swear she was seeing my thoughts. And she continued moved steadily nearer to me. Yesterday she would stand about three feet away, but when I woke up this morning, she was lying right behind me.

She's right behind me now too. Oddly enough, I can't feel her breath on the back of my neck. I don't think she breathes. I can feel her stare though, I bet she's watching my screen right now, although her gaze seemed to be stuck on the side of my face. My cheek feel like it's on fire, burning under her green eyes. I wonder what she thinks of this, perhaps she's answering this inside her head right now.

Her stare has also been increasing in intensity. Two days ago it was burning hot. Yesterday it was scalding. Today it feels like a thousand knives being stabbed into the side of my face. I can feel so many negative emotions radiating off of her; rage, hatred, jealousy, just to name a few. Her entire being is made of hate, her blood (if she has any) pulses with fury, her cells (if she's compromised of cells) consist of pure hatred, and her heart beats (if it works) with the need to hurt.

She just put her hand on my shoulder. Oh my god. She feels like she's actually real, like I can feel the weight of her hand on me, but she is so cold. I can feel the cool seeping through my thin t-shirt, like someone has laid a block of ice on my shoulder. Even from her hand simply being on my skin her presence has increased, tenfold. The fury radiates through her palm and into my flesh.

I feel silly writing this. I know she's reading it over my shoulder. Oh god, now her other hand is on me. I'm freezing, she's ice cold. I think she's leaned in closer to me, her eyes seem to be looking at me with an even stronger intensity. I'm so scared. Please, tell me what you want, I can probably give it to you. I just want you to leave me alone. Please.

She spoke. It wasn't a voice in my head, it was from her. Her breath tickled my ear when she said it, so I know this was a real voice and not the one in my brain. She repeated the phrase, this is mine. What does it mean? What's yours? I don't get it. Please someone help me. Her grip is getting stronger. Plea

Haha sorry if that scared you guys. Didn't mean to. Everything's all right now, though. Everybody is in their rightful place. I'm exactly where I should be.