doublevision.
part 23 //
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I stared back at her sweaty face, losing all of my
apetite. I wiped my forehead, noticing that I had started
sweating. Maybe it was the pressure that was just put upon me
from all of these silently staring faces. I noticed that I was
looking down at the mush on my plate. I looked back up at the
girl, remembering that she'd asked me a
question.
"I-it really doesn't matter." I looked down at the mush, which
really did just look like a pile of mud. I wouldn't be surprised
if an earth worm just crawled out of it. It wouldn't have been
the worst thing thats happened in the last couple of days.
"Guurl, it does matter
if you in jail now." She picked something out of her teeth with
her fat tongue. "Tell us." I raised my head and everyone was
still silent. I heard whispers, and I wondered what they were
about.
I swallowed long
and hard. "I killed my twin sister." I blurted out before I could
stop myself. Some jaws dropped, some hands clapped, and some
mouths hooted. Okay, not the reaction I was expecting.
"Damn, gurl. You
really have done a crime." The girl sitting next to me had her
eyes glued onto me. I didn't know if that was supposed to be
taken in a good way, or a bad way. How did other murderers take a
comment like that? I just nodded my head and looked, once again,
at my tray of mud.
I found myself
remembering the time when our family were at the beach in the
ocean, seperated by the space in between us. Brittany was really
mad at me, for a reason that I couldn't remember. She took a huge
handful of wet sand and chucked it at my face before I could move
my short legs through the strong waves. I'd started crying, and
you just snickered in my face. When I washed it off and looked
back at my mother, she'd just looked down and read her book.
"Hey." The chick
next to me nudged my arm with her elbow. "You okay?"
I nodded
and stood up. I threw my sad excuse for food into the garbage and
put the tray where it was supposed to go. Crossing my arms over
my chest, I went back to my jail cell. As I sat down on the bed,
my stomach growled. I felt like I had to throw up, but if I did,
nothing would come out. I couldn't remember the last time
something actually went in my mouth that had filled me up enough
for me not to be hungry.
A tear
fell down my cheek. I wondered what it was filled with. Regret?
Sadness? Anger? Embarassment? I definitely regretted killing you.
How could someone be so sick minded?! Who kills their own
twin?
Who kills
their own twin just to be like them? I couldn't have even tried
to be like her without taking her place? I could have done
everything that I did without murdering her, now that I think
about it. I could have straightened my hair a little longer, or
went out and got some clothes. I could have talked to a few more
people than the janitor or the lunch lady. Why hadn't I? Why
hadn't I at least tried? It would have done me some good. I
wouldn't be hated by everyone in my town, and I sure wouldn't be
in jail. Maybe I'd at least be loved by my parents. I thought
back to when my mom visited me.
"I thought
Ashley was the only one with problems, but I guess you were too."
she said, talking to herself more than to me.
"Wait wh--"
"You were my last shred of hope for our family and you destroyed
that too."
"Mom--"
"I guess I deserve it…" her voice trailed off.
I didn't even know what was going on. I felt
lightheaded.
"Mom, please stop. You love Ashley. She's your perfect daughter.
You love her so much, and you treat her so much better than you
do me." there were tears streaming down my eyes at this
point.
My mother put two fingers to her forehead and sighed.
"Did you ever try and think of why I always acted so
nice towards her?" my mother sneered, annoyed.
I was speechless.
"You know what." my mom said, getting up and pushing her chair
back towards the table, "I can't -- I just can't do this.
Goodbye."
"Wait mom!" I cried out, but she was already gone.
What
did she even mean by that? I'd always thought she was so
loved. By everyone. But now that I was actually in her shoes for
a couple of days, I'd realized that she wasn't loved. Not by her
friends, not by Danny... not by hardly anyone.
Kind of like
me.
113 faves · 6 comments · Aug 19, 2011 10:19pm
frenchfryyyyyy
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1 decade ago
She has twins in her other story named Brittany and Danielle. I think she meant Ashley when she said Brittany.
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TwinkleStar1235
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1 decade ago
Who's Brittany?
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wittyforever
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1 decade ago
whoo's brittanyy? is she from your storry ?
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june6devilchild
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1 decade ago
Who is Brittany?
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_Rhi_
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1 decade ago
first fave, first comment! yay :3
but anyways, awesome chapter.
keep it up :D
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kiki6498 · 1 decade ago
i think ashley has some sort of like disability or like mental issues and thats why her mom is so nice to her and are we ever gonna figure out who was talking to her in her head? and if it was that one girl are we gonna figure out how she did it?
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