It was just a dream.
Blood painted the walls, dripping slowly.
“No!” I shout at no one, just the memory of the dream.
My mother’s eyes went wide as I danced in the falling rain.
I screamed, the shrieking sound paining my ears. I was weak. I couldn’t save them. “No.” I whisper to the night air, blood and tears streaked my face as the dream replayed in my head.
*The Dream*
I was in a black space. I saw nobody, the only company I had was a tiny gold light. The light danced, beckoning me towards it. I didn’t know why but I walked closer reaching my hand to it. It danced in between my outstretched fingers, and called me closer, until I was met by a young girls face. She smiled, cupping my face in her small hands.
As I looked at her, while she met my eyes, I realized she couldn’t be older than I was, and I was only 13. I watched a smile play on her pink lips before she brought her mouth to mine. I felt fire in that kiss and when I opened my eyes she was gone. I looked behind me to see if she was there but instead discovered my body wasn’t my own.
My hand reached towards a door that appeared because I was now glowing. My head began to pound, and it felt like my skin was being ripped away. It felt like hours before the pain stooped, and I was staring at myself, the girl’s eyes shining through mine. It was as I met my own eyes that I realized I was possessed.
I watched myself walk out of the room and down the halls to my little sister’s room. I watched as my body covered her ears and then walked to our parent’s room. The girl who had possessed me pulled my spirit back into my body, but she remained in control. I was stuck as a prisoner in my body, as she watched my parents sleep. She sighed and whispered into the wind, “I will show you how wrong you were.”
With that she pulled a knife from my pocket. A grim smile painted my face she made my hand plunge the dagger deep into my mother’s chest. Then she turned and I knew what my body would do next. Reaching over my mother’s chest the girl made my hand slit my father’s throat.
A laugh came from my throat and I felt the girl leave my body. I was standing there, in control of myself again, looking at the girl dancing in their blood. She turned towards me, her long white hair now streaked with red. She walked towards me and brought her hand to cup my cheek. Her breath brushed my face as she spoke, “I’m so sorry Kyle,” She turned away from me her eyes cast down.
“Sorry for what?” I croaked, my body was shaking in fear.
She turned back to face me, “I guess you deserve to know,” She sobbed a tear chasing blood from her cheek, “First thing, I’m your twin sister. We were born in April on the first day of the third week, the seventh hour of the day. Our parents were so happy to have you, a perfect baby boy. But me, I was hated because I was ill.” She took a deep breath, “They brought us home, oohing and ahhing over you. I was cast aside. On our second birthday, they killed me. Our mother left me in the bathtub, the water splashed over my face, in my ears and in my nose. It took three minutes till I was dead. I stayed with you, grew up with you, but never saw me. I protected you from my fate and now I saved you.”
She faded, and I woke.
*End Dream*
I woke screaming, my heart pounding in my chest. I threw the covers off of me and ran to my parent’s room. They were breathing steadily, alive and well. I walked to their gray file cabinet that stood in the hall and was about my height. I pulled a stool to it and reached in the top drawer pulling, out the vanilla envelope with all of my birth information.
I walked back to my room, clutching it as if it would save my life. When I got to my room I dumped the contents of the envelope on my desk, and sure enough there it was. Alongside my birth certificate was another. I picked it up and pulled a picture off of it. Sure enough the date was the same as his birth, she was born a minute before him. Her name was Anastasia. I found a letter taped to the back of her birth certificate. It was addressed o my father. It read:
My love,
I killed her, I left her in the bathtub and she drowned. Just as we wanted, now we only have Kyle. He is perfect in every way. And my love, I am pregnant. And it is not your child.
Kyra
I was appalled. I walked back to my parent’s bedroom. When I opened the door I found them killed, the same way they had been in my dream. I turned around and behind me stood my twin, a smile on her face. Her musical voice echoed on the walls, “And it is the truth that sets me free. Thank you.” She vanished and I was left standing there watching the blood flow.
