The Change

It then all started

•December 4, 2016•

I suddenly woke up. I had no clue where I was. It was really dark. Pitch black I believe. I suddenly got an unwelcome cold chill. I was scared. The last thing I remember is blowing out my 13 candles on my birthday cake. I was 13. But now, I had no clue. I was in complete filth and in dirt.

"Where the fuck was I." I thought to myself.

Then I thought "If girls get discusted or annoyed they're dirty, why don't I do that?"

I screamed. Then waited.

It sounded like.......... A tunnel..

I wasn't tied up, so I wasn't going to be run over by a train... Then what was it?

I suddenly heard footsteps...... Heels approximately.

It sounded welcoming because mother always had heels on her feet to go to work.

Then it spoke. A girl voice. It certainly wasn't mother. The voice sounded young.

"I'm here to help," they said.

Someone understood my pain finally! I took their hand and I got up.

I introduced myself. Madison Kéan.

She didn't speak after that. We just walked. Until, we saw the light.

Something happened. She gave me a cigarette.

I never smoked before, but I took it anyway.

The cigarette didn't really agree with my lungs.. But I still smoked it.

From what the 8th graders did when I was in 6th grade, it tasted like weed. Not that I knew what I tasted like, but the scent. It smelled pretty good, if you asked me.

Then she blind folded me.. I really wanted to see the light though. But I guess I got really high. I felt really dizzy. Usually when you smoked you didn't feel uncomfortable, you felt good. Extremely good. But I didn't feel close to that at all. Maybe it was just my first time. Then there it went again.

I was knocked out.

My birthday cake was a round circle cake, with blue icing. My candles were purple, which were the candles you can't blow out. Father and my twin brother were laughing historically. Even though it was his birthday too, he let me blow out the candles first. We both believed in separate wishes. But what was his name again.. Richard, Barney, Kenneth.... No, none of them was the right one. Then what was it.. Michael.... No, but it sounded very close. But anyway, the cake had both our names on it in green icing. He had brownish hair with green emerald eyes. That's why he loved the color green. I was different from my twin. I had black hair with gray eyes. We both had birth scars in the same area. On our right arms, on our wrists. It was a cross. We called it our magical twin mark. We both went separate ways in school too. All the girls were hitting on him while he was with me or his friends. I was hit on a little as well, but it's because they just had the courage to. They were scared. I knew it because I felt their fear. The kids at school treated us like Kings and Queens. We were royalty.

I was suddenly jolted awake.

There was also light.

The girl was there and she was a blonde. She was in jeans, a t-shirt, sunglasses, and uggs. Typical white girl. Not that I was racist, but it was a phrase I remember. We were in a garage of some sort.

Something wasn't right. I knew it.

Why in a garage, why not in a hotel, or somewhere different.

Then she spoke fluent Spanish to someone in the house. They came out.

It was a guy. He suddenly took off his shirt and put out his arms. Confused, I looked him up and down.

He looked physically fit, so was he just flirting with me?.. I didn't know. I looked straight into his eyes. They were blue. He stared at me for a long time.

"Do you remember me, Madison?"

My throat was a little sore, so it was hard to speak.

"You're a stranger. Am I supposed to remember you?" I said a little creeped out he knew my name.

Then he took out his contacts and pointed to his arm. It was the magical twin mark. His eyes looked up at me. They were green. Then, I remembered my twin brothers name.

Matthew was standing right in front of me.

And Matthew was his name.