The Aftermath

-Sleeping Beauty-

Chapter Five

‘Sleeping Beauty’

 

As the three of us made our way into Bree’s decent sized Victorian styled home. We each spoke our hellos to Mrs. Walker of course Bree and I giving her tight hugs. Bree ran off to start setting up the camera and I quickly told poor Davis to relax he looked a shaky mess and we had yet to even pull out the camera yet. Once everything was all settled Mrs. Walker had left cookies for after the interview to cool and they smelled the entire downstairs of the house. I prayed we quickly made our way through this interview so I could start in on those cookies.

“Okay, Davis just sit over there please.” Bree instructed pointing to the couch opposite the two matching living chairs we were to inhabit for the remainder of the interview.

“Okay,” he immediately began to pull at his sweater sleeve as he waited for Bree to break out the legal pad with a fresh set of questions on them. We were required to ask the same questions each time but due to the way everyone’s situation was unique Mrs. Castleberry said improvising was fine as long as it stayed within the same lines as the others.

I swallowed hard; hoping Bree didn’t start tearing up at this one too. We still had two more as long as Davis decided to continue on with this one.

*Davis*

I didn’t think anything of this it was my first time at anyone’s house other than Robby’s since Taylor’s “incident” as my parents had decided to refer to it.

Gia and Bree were pretty harmless people Taylor never seemed to have any reason to dislike them, but she never had a reason to dislike anyone. She was just happy that way. Bree was known for her grades the same as Taylor and she’d been number one since before the ‘incident’. I pulled again at my sweater as I felt the heat of just being so close to them, hell of being close to anyone that I wasn’t related to.

“Well, let’s start okay first question is what is your relationship between you and the deceased? “Bree asked in her adult-like tone. That girl was about one of the only people I’d ever known that was wound tighter than Taylor was.

“What?” My head was telling me to get the hell out of the here but something made me stay here. One of my last conversations with her made me stay, “Tell them” I could hear her voice clearly today as the day she told me that.

“Sorry if this seemed a bit innocent, but it truly is for our senior end of the year project, I swear we genuinely aren’t just super nosey people.” Bree assured me not putting her notepad down yet.

“Who’s gonna see this?” I asked hearing the shake in my own voice my Dad wasn’t going to like the idea of me telling if everyone in town was going to know what their prized daughter had done.

“Just our class, that’s all.” Gia answered sitting back calmly in her chair.

I knew the mayor wouldn’t want people to know his beloved perfect daughter had a deep secret, that she’d all but begged me to tell them, I was too mad though. She’d left me here with our snooty parents who expected nothing less than perfection from their beloved set of twins. Maybe this was a good way to let them know, so that way I wouldn’t have to hold on to what happened anymore kind of like therapy but with a camera and without the hundreds of dollars they’d wasted on two years of me chatting with Dr. Bad Breathe.

“She was my twin sister.” I answered simply.

“What is your last memory of Taylor?” Bree asked I could sense the uneasiness manifest in her words.

“We were in the hospital my parents and I, my Dad surprisingly was the first to cry once the doctors let him know there was no reviving her.” I took a deep breathe.