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Mary Beth W., 18 Nov '12

"Lord, if there really is a Lord, let this all be a dream. Let these tears streaming down my face and the shaking in my hands and the fear in my stomach be part of some horrible dream. Let the events of today be part of some cruel joke. Please, Lord, please..."

It was a Monday. She had never been fond of Mondays. She had some friends who loved them, but never her. She didn't understand the fascination. Nor did she believe in new beginnings. No matter what her mother said about getting up the next morning and having a fresh start and a new day, she would never become convinced.

She had been wearing jeans and a light blue t-shirt with a small hole in the hem. Her mother had been scolding her just the other night for wearing shirts with holes in them, calling them skanky and unattractive and do you want to be on "Sixteen and Pregnant?" It was just a small hole though, you could barely -

There was someone in her seat. Someone she had never seen before, but saw every morning when she looked in the mirror to brush her teeth and comb her hair. This wasn't making any sense, none at all.

How could she be in two places at once?

Ten thousand things seemed to be happening at once. She could hear blood pounding in her ears like the ocean as adrenaline surged through her body. The sound was strangely calming as the room seemed to spin. People were starting to notice the girl and her doppelganger. She was getting confused. Was the real her over there, in her homeroom seat, or here in the threshold of the classroom?

Suddenly, she was standing in front of her. Only, it wasn't her in the sense that she looked different. Her twin's eyes were cold and shocking, not the soft, sky blue she had seen just this morning. And when she smiled - or was it herself? She couldn't tell, nothing was making sense and the adrenaline rush she was experiencing wasn't making anything easier - her teeth were crooked and yellow. This couldn't be happening. Good Lord, dear God, this was not happening...

"Please, God...She's coming to get me. She's coming-"

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  • Mary Beth W. said...

    Sooooo....I honestly am not sure about this one. Tell me whatcha think ;)

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Ross Tarran said...

    Sweeps from plain reality to fantasy to horror in the space of a few paragraphs, but I'm still quite interested to find out more!

    • Posted 6 years ago
  • Mary Beth W. said...

    :) Thanks. Maybe I'll make a related burrst...

    • Posted 6 years ago