Suddenly

Mini Chapter - Eight

2 months later...

Dylan went home this morning. I was actually quite sad. It felt great having a roomie, especially one that's really your twin. I smiled as I cleaned up my room. Dylan gave me a framed collage of all our selfies during the two months, I always smile brightly every time I see that frame.

That bright sunny day, I spent my time in my room. First, I tidied things up to where it should be. I sweep, mopped, and vacuumed the floors. And I also replaced the bed spreads in my room.

After my room was done, I took a quick break and decided to clean the whole house. Cleaning doesn't feel like a responsibility, to me, it feels more like a hobby.

I sweeped all the parts of the first floor. Then I mopped the floor and vacuumed the floor. I also wiped all the furniture and restack the pantry, fridge, and freezer.

After the first floor was done, I did the exact same thing with the second floor. It was very tiring. I took 10 minute breaks in between the chores. Dad was going out of town, and I decided to clean the house for him. Just being a great daughter you know.

After the second floor was all clean, I decided to take a 15 minute break. I poured myself some orange juice and sat on the couch. Cleaning is fun, fun and tiring.

The last place in the house I haven't cleaned was the attic. I walked to where the hidden stairs are located and pulled the string. Wooden stairs started descending down and I walked up to the attic.

The attic is a very dirty and dark place. It only receives sunlight from one source, a teeny tiny window on top. The floors and walls are covered in dust. I took my duster and began dusting here and there. I sneezed quite a few times. By the end of the dusting session, my eyes were watery and my nose was red.

Maybe cleaning the attic was a bad idea...

I decided to go grab a mask and continue cleaning, afterall, I already started it, might as well finish it.

I dusted and sweeped the attic before starting to clean the boxes.

When I came across the last box, I opened it to see whether it was important or not. The first thing I saw when I opened the box was a framed baby picture. A picture of Dylan and I. I smiled and giggled. Dylan looked so cute as a baby.

I put the framed picture down and examined the box deeper.

The next thing I found was a birth certificate. My birth certificate. I read it thoroughly. Nothing interesting, just say my name, Karen Haddow, date of birth, 6 June 2003, time of birth, 10.27 and other stuff.

I put my birth certificate down and took Dylan's. I read it and the first sentence made me choke.

It said.

Dylan Elliot Andrews, born on 13 November 2003, at 20.20

WHAT?!

Dylan was faking this whole time?

I really don't have a twin?

Then who's the person in all the pictures? How did they get those pictures?

There's a stalker on the loose.