I pretended to be unconscious with her in the car as we waited for help. Soon enough, some good Samaritan arrived to save us and rush us to hospital. Alice was still unconscious and I played the part of a worried sister. Some immediate medical attention and she was awake. I knew I was over if I did not play my script.
All this maddness for one man.
I was about to tell her about how we wanted to see if the wedding planner could really tell that we had switched clothes, but our plan failed due to the accident, when she asked:
“Who are you? Where am I?”
Just then, the love of my life also her future husband came in together with our parents.
“Honey, thank God you are okay!” He said hugging me then turning to my parents who were having a very hard time talking to “Eilish".
I hope she remains that way, I thought. This would work in my favour.
Everyone looks devastated and I am sure I look worse. My fear looks like real concern right now, but inside I am afraid. I keep looking over at where Alice is with just a little bit of guilt for doing this to my twin sister.
After being convinced by the doctors to leave the patient who needed brain imagery tests to see what could possibly be wrong with her memory, my parents came to join us.
I sat there praying that she lost her memory completely because I do not know how I would get out of this mess if she remembered anything. I would have to kill her if push came to shove.
All this while, I made sure my tracks were clean. I made sure nothing would lead back to me. The poison I always administered her would be hard to track in her system. Her tyre puncture would be attributed to a thorn probably picked somewhere on the road. This current situation was however not in my plans.
After a long wait, the doctor came back and asked us to go to his office where he delivered the life changing information to all of us.
