Behind You

Time

I was dumbfounded. What does all this mean? Then I had the vague memory of myself writing the events of today down in a notebook under my bed. I peeked over the edge of my bed and I saw the dark navy blue, spiral notebook sitting underneath. Would what I'm thinking of be in there?

I grabbed it and slowly flipped through the pages. When I found today's date.

December 3, 2014

My heart skipped a beat as I followed the words down the page. It listed not only the food that I had on my plate, but the other food that mom made for her book club. The entry included what I had done the night before, this morning, and what I had planned in doing later today.

I hadn't wrote this. It was my hand writing. The same chicken scratch that I had used since sixth grade, at the peek of my handwriting evolution. When I reached the bottom of the page, an unnerving chill ran up my spine.

Don't look behind you.

How could this be? I can't predict the future. I know. I tried once. Why is this in my notebook? Then it hit me. The email was the truth. I scrambled for a pen, so I could add to my notebook. As quickly as I could manage to do so, I wrote: "the truth, jack."

I turned the tv on, hoping to possibly get my mind off the impossible stupidity of all this despite the fact I knew it to be true. The news blared, startling me slightly. As I pressed the button to lower the volume several decibels, I noticed the pretty newscaster that I have a crush on.

Today Stacey was wearing her platinum hair downer aching the edge of the news desk. Her blouse was hot pink, and she wore a beautiful turquoise necklace. Her blue eyes sparkled as always. I listened carefully to tonight's story.

"Police have just come back from the fourth crime scene of a familiar case. Four elderly men mysteriously disappeared from their houses. In each, what appears to be a kidnapping, nothing was gone from the men's houses, other than them.

"Police also recovered a piece of paper from every scene with a word on it. In order of the of the disappearances, the 'message' seems to be: 'Jack, you're in danger.' If anyone has any information on what this message might mean, please call the hotline listed below."

My heart stopped. Two strange messages in one day...could this day be any weirder?

Just then there was a quiet tap on my bedroom door. Then my sister came in. She looks almost exactly like me except for a few things. One of her eyes is green and the other blue. Other that that we are pretty much identical. We should be. She's my twin.

Which is another reason that I don't understand why I have to wear clothes around her. But back to the point. Her face was straight as usual and she spoke in her typical monotone voice.

"You're on the news." she said, timidly.

Being a twin doesn't mean anything to her. She is just as shy and awkward as I am, but worse. She hardly speaks to her own family.

"What do you mean? How would you know?"

"Like I said you're on the news. When did you get so stupid?" Jade asked. Despite her petty sibling argument, I was still flustered by the comment.

"I'm not. You just caught me off guard, that's all."

She raised her brow and giggled because she knew how ridiculous that was. I was never off guard. I was always ready for everything, but today...today was an off day for me.

She was born without emotions, completely. She never cries, she never laughs (unless she's faking it), and she never shows any sign of human emotions, ever. When she was born, she was silent. Everyone, including the doctors, thought she was still born. However, she breathed and blinked at the doctors. I screamed for nearly an hour before they could calm me down, but my screaming never affected her.

Since she has no emotions, she's grown very good at faking them, and sometimes I forget. But the glimmer in her eyes shows that she doesn't feel anything. Because of this, she never got angry with me, and the two of us are best friends.

I was born without pain. Never in my life have I been hurt. Which, isn't all it's cracked up to be. When I was eleven, my appendix ruptured, and since I hadn't felt any pain from it, I almost died. If I hadn't gotten sick, I would've. I also cut myself. Trying to feel something. All I feel is the knife touching my skin, and then...nothing. I've nearly killed myself twice, in the hopes of feeling pain. It never comes. My scars are extensive, and my skin is marred by burnt skin.

But back to the point, I'm never off guard.

"I'm not stupid, you know." Jade commented.

"I know, I didn't say that you were."

"Well if you know, why in the world do you lie to me. I can tell. I can see it in your bright blue eyes. They turn cold. Dark and cold, when you lie. I don't understand why you even try."

I knew I could trust her with anything. The problem is that I didn't want to put her in danger. My guilt would soon consume me if I didn't. Could I save her if I told her?

"You know what Jack, just never mind." Jade said as she turned from my room, and slipped back off into her's.

Mine field, avoided.