Her other half died. And all that is left is pain. Her life is a mess. She's anxious and stressed. She has become a whole different person. But she will know how her half died. Even if it killed her. Because she knew if she never found out, it would...
I don't even know how they made it here from all the way from Maine. "H-how?" I stutter?
"Because, Amarathine, we aren't here at all." Reece exhaled and they faded into the abyss of my dreams.
I shot up from the bed I was lying in. The room was cold but I was sweating. I felt trapped, the midnight imagery seeping into my brain. I look at the time on my phone.
3:40 am. I sighed. My stomach is grumbling. I ignored it. Why haven't I cried yet? My everything is gone and I haven't shed a single tear.
I shook my head as the thought flowed away into my storm of sorrow that was brewing in my brain.
I felt a sudden ache in the pits of my stomach. I sighed. Hunger.
I got off the top of the bed still in my clothes from yesterday. But I couldn't care less. My shoes were still on as I lessened the clamps of them hitting the hardwood floor.
I closed the door to my new room and walked out. I took in my surroundings and let the memories flow.
"Amara, give me back my doll." Mariana cried. "Nope." I said.
"I'll break your new toy car then." She threatened. My eyes widened. And I used the new word I learned that day.
"You're a bitch Ana." I replied.
My mother gave me the biggest spanking I ever had.
I chuckled a bit at the memory. I hated my mother, with each fiber of my body for the next 5 years. And I couldn't help but admit I still do. She's a plain bitch to me.
I grabbed an apple from the fridge and put a mug of water in the microwave. Shitty tea, all for me.
I scoured for a teabag and found chamomile. I smiled.
My favorite.
But my bliss was interrupted by the abrupt knocking on the window. I whipped my head around towards the sink's window and bit back a scream as I saw a crouching dark figure. I stood frozen stupidly as the intruder slid the window pane open.
The figure slipped inside with their back to me. It slowly turned around and I saw the figure was of a male's.
"Mariana?" The figure cried with a raspy voice. And that snapped me out of it. Mariana, my deceased twin.
"You don't just go into someone's house way early in the morning kiddo." I say with a scowl as I head over to the light switch and flick it on.
The boy winced and shield his eyes with his hands.
"And I'm not Mariana, I'm her sister." I unknowingly spit.
"Well I do recall her methionine a twin sister." The added. My eyes scanned the boy, a mop of messy brown hair, thin build, and brilliant brown eyes that stood out on his pale pearly white skin.
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"It's Rhett Marshall by the way." He smiled crookedly. "You?"
"I, unlike you, don't tell my names to people that I absolutely don't know." I retorted. I gave him one more look over. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Amarathine."
