This is my first story on Fan Fiction, so be gentle If you want to be informed of new updates of this story, say the magic word: Tuna And bump if you want ______________________________ Now that I think about it, it wasn't one of my best ideas to go jogging that cold, wintery night. I just needed to get out of the house. The news of my mom getting in a car crash was just too hard to bear. The scream broke through my headphones playing at max volume. I ran to where I heard more blood curdling screams. I ducked behind a bush to find an older man, maybe in his early forties, putting his blood-covered fingers over a young girl's mouth, about 17, which was my age. Her eyes were filled with terror as she was pushed to the ground onto her back. The smirk of the man told me he was going to kill her. He took out a large knife covered in blood and said, "What are you going to do now, princess?" He started making small cuts on her legs with the knife, letting a puddle of crimson blood surround the both of them. I could hear the whimpers of the girl through the cracked fingers of the man. "Why, you ask?" he smiled. He started tearing away at her hands with the knife, which was now completely soaked with the warm blood. "I just love your agonizing cries of terror, and the life leaving your very eyes." He slowly raised the knife above his head, as if giving her a chance to say her final words. He plunged the knife straight into the poor girl's heart, not hesitating one second. She twitched a little, then lay completely still. She was gone. The man stayed for a moment, checked her pulse, then raced off, leaving the body behind him. I saw his silhouette slowly disappearing in the moonlight. I waited a few minutes to make sure he didn't come back. No sign of him. I walked over to the lifeless body of was once the beautiful girl. I almost froze. That beautiful girl...I recognized her. It was me.
Awh, poo! When I update, I write straight from the brain. I don't have updates just sitting around and waiting to be posted.
I couldn't move. What was happening? Did I just watch my own death? No, because I'm still here. Then how does that explain my duplicate lying dead right in front of of me!? There was only one explanation for this. I had to go talk to my dad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Dad?" I shouted when I walked inside of our brick house. "In the office." he shouted back. "I need to ask you something important," I said as I walked into the office. "Anything, Ali," he said. "Do I have a twin?" "Erm...why?" "I think.....I think I just saw her." "What!? You saw Andrea!? Where!?" So that was her name. "Yeah, dad. Um....I saw her walking out of a....uh, store." "Lord, I haven't seen her since....nevermind...." he trailed off. I walked out of the room. No words could describe this feeling. I had...a twin? I had never met her, and now knowing that I never will, I crawl into my bed and silently cry to myself. Could I really lose two people in one night? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next morning, I felt as if all of last night, my mom's crash, jogging, my twin, was all a horrible nightmare. The sound of the doctor's voice over the phone broke this trance. "Hello? Is George there?" he spoke slowly. "No, but this is his daughter, Ali. I'll take a message for him." "Okay, well, there's no easy way to say this but..." Don't say it, I silently thought to myself. "....Your mom has passed away. Her head injuries were too severe to get better." He said it. The one thing I couldn't even stand to hear right now. "O-okay...thank you for informing me," I said slowly as I put the phone down and hung up. I looked out the window to see a bright, cloudless day. This was no weather for the tragedies I've encountered since last night. I look down. I almost freeze. There, in my dad's car, I could see through the tinted glass on the windshield, my dad kissing someone who was not my mother.