The Twins (Part 1)
Title : The Twins (Part 1)
Author : Elizabeth Yenny
Genre : Thriller, Psychological, Drama
Disclaimer : Both the story and the characters are purely fiction. Credit if you want to share it to anywhere else. Thank you.. :)
Warning : The author is not an English native, so please bear with the grammatical errors.
Prologue
I had a sister. My twin. Exactly the same face, same height, same weight. We were often told that we were so much alike-we were alike-but inside, we’re just completely two different existences. I was always be the dark, and she was the light. The thing is, people only struggle for light. But when there is light, no one bothers to look for the dark. Life had been always that unfair to me. But tonight, I changed my life. Tonight, I killed the light.
***
14 years ago
“Honey, please get the door. It’s quite busy here in the kitchen.”
“Kay, Mom. Coming.”
I put my book on the table and walked toward to the door, turned the knob and got surprised when...
“Happy Birthday!!”
“Aunty! Uncle!” I hugged them and invited them to come in at once. They lived in a town quite far from here so it was really nice to see them once in a while like this. Aunty was 27 years old at that time and her husband was 2 years older. A lovey-dovey couple anyone in my big family would be envied for. They still hadn’t have a child until three years later.
“These braids. Caroline. I heard you won that science-thing competition in your school last month. Good job, dear.” It felt nice whenever Uncle patted my head like that-a thing dad never did lately. Dad used to praise me and brag about my scores to the neighbors. It’s not that I liked to show off-everyone here knew I didn’t like attention that much. But, hey, who won’t feel happy to see your dad excitedly going all around the yard just to show how proud he is of you? I knew it’s not happening anymore. I just knew it. Dad seemed to be so far away now, so unreachable. It was quite scary to think that I’ve lost him bit by bit to the point that I didn’t even need his presence anymore.
“It’s quite hard but I managed to get a perfect score.”
“Oh, darling. We are so proud of you. Here, your birthday present.” Aunty handed me a pretty small box, wrapped in a colorful sheet and tied with a big red ribbon.
“Thank you!” I sat down on my favorite corner of the room, right near the window, fixed my glasses, then started to open it slowly. Inside was a checkered shawl. Another shawl. Actually they always gave me the same thing. Two years ago it’s a polka dot. Last year it’s a plain red. “It’s so,” I lifted it up to cover my face, “pretty.”
“I told you she’d like it,” said Aunty.
“Don’t you get bored getting an exact same thing every birthday?” protested Uncle.
I’m with you, Uncle, but I don’t want to make her sad. “Not really. You know I catch cold quite often. This always keeps me company.”
The couple laughed. “And where’s my another angel?”
“She’s-”
Before I could finish it, sudden steps from the stairs surprised us. There she was, my twin, Corry. It’s Coraline, actually. But she didn’t like how it sounded since, according to her, coral was not cute at all. With her long blonde curly hair just like mine-hers was hang loosely, though-she came down and dashed to them with a big wide smile. “Aunty! Uncle!”
“Oh, my beautiful angel. Come here to aunty.”
They hugged. They kissed. They laughed. As if I was not there anymore. Different from me, Corry was always in such a high spirit. Everyone liked her, saying that house would be so empty if she was not around. It was quite a normal thing to see. When you say you don’t like attention, the world really doesn’t give you a chance to be the center of it. What’s not normal is when you find yourself start to long for it. And you hope it will be yours alone. Only yours.
“Happy birthday, my sweety. Here’s your present.”
Corry opened it right away. “Wow, it’s a dress! I love it. You always know what I want, Aunty. Thank you so much. Look, Carol, isn’t it beautiful?”
And she always got a dress. Any kinds of dress a town girl would wear. It’s her third. “Yeah, it suits you well.”
“Your mommy in the kitchen? I’ll help her. And you,” Aunty addressed Uncle as she left the living room, “don’t only sit like nothing happens. Go to the backyard or somewhere and see if you can be any help for something.”
“Aye, captain,” shouted Uncle lazily. “No holiday for a superhero it seems. My hero-assistant is very strict,” he whispered, rolling his eyes. “I think I’ll help your father. Where is he?”
Corry and I glanced at one another, shrugging our shoulders. “We don’t know.”
“He hasn’t come home since last night, has he?” Corry stared at me.
“Perhaps. I didn’t see him this morning, too.”
“Well, then, I’ll look for him. Just in case something happened.”
Soon it’s night. Uncle’s search was in vain. All of the family had already gathered in the house to celebrate our birthday. Grandma. Other aunties and uncles. Cousins. Nieces and nephews. Any other kind of relatives. Even mom’s colleagues who had children in our age. Not to mention some of my friends and all of Corry’s friends.
We sang birthday party songs. Blew the candles-we’re 15 at that time. Cut the giant cakes mom and aunty had made for us. Had a grand dinner with everyone. It’s just like any other birthday parties held in this house. It’s just, today, dad was not with us. Perhaps he didn’t even remember what day it was.
Standing near the door, I watched Corry and her friends dancing outside. Other family members were all over the house, eating and speaking and laughing merrily. My friends had already gone home. I’d got nothing to do, my favorite spot near the window was also been occupied. Crowd was not really my thing. So I moved and stood near the kitchen door and just then overheard something from inside. It’s mom and aunty.
“I can’t tell what he’s thinking. It’s really scary, you know.”
“Did he do something?”
“He didn’t, and that’s what make me afraid. He always talked to me about everything. He always asked for advice and opinion. But now, after the business had collapsed, he never comes to me anymore, as if he locks everything up inside himself.”
“You know, this is only my thought, but, do you think he’s a little bit embarrassed of himself? Well, your company is much bigger, not to mention your own income. I know our family never make any fuss of it but, yeah, we don’t really know what people outside will think. They tend to compare people in the term of money, right?”
“Do you think so? I never look down on him, you know, not even once. I don’t care what people say about him-about us. He’s my precious husband and I want him back.” Mom cried.
“He’s a great man, I know it. We all know. That’s why we are actually quite worry right now. He’s been missing since last night, right? Don’t you think it’s better to call the police?”
“No. He comes and goes as he pleases. He will disappear for days, then comes home like nothing happened. It’s always like this. No need for police. I’m sure he will be back in two or three days. Actually, now I don’t want him back.”
“B-but why? You said you want him back.”
“I want his old self back. But he’s not himself anymore. I’m scared he will do something terrible to our children. I heard he mentioned things in his sleep and that makes me scared of him. Don’t let him go back here. Please.”
I closed my mouth with both hands. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Just what dad wanted to do to us? Why was mom so scared?
I couldn’t sleep that night. I didn’t tell anything to Corry. She would be very scared if she knew it. I didn’t say anything to mom, too. Dad never came home. Until that fated night.
***
“Remember, don’t say anything to mom.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve told me more than two hundred times already, Corry. What will I gain if I tell her that you had a date with that lawyer’s son?”
“Ouwh, come on. It’s not a date. I don’t even like him. I just wanted to ride his new car. He’s rich but fool. That’s why don’t say a thing. Mom will make a fuss of it and I’ll dead. You know she doesn’t like stupid boy.”
“As you wish, princess.” I rolled my eyes. “Hey, what’s that?” I pointed something in afar.
“A police car? What happened?”
“Come on!”
We ran as quickly as we could. Dozens of people surrounded our house. A police line. Defeaning sound of the ambulance. Men in uniforms. Journalists.
“Mister Sheriff, what’s going on here?”
“Oh, dear please, both of you, don’t go inside.”
“Why?” I sensed every gaze was on us. I couldn’t tell how terrible their expression was-some crying, some trying to hold us. I shrugged them off. “Where’s my mom? What happened? What is everyone doing here?”
“Please, let us in! This is our home! I have to see my mother!” Corry started to cry.
The sheriff kneeled down before us. His teary eyes said everything. “You don’t want to see it.”
“We want. And we will!” I grabbed Corry’s hand. We broke through the crowd who was trying to stop us. It’s scary, actually. Really really scary. I knew something very bad had happened. I didn’t want to see it. But I wanted to see it. I had to see it. Corry was still crying when we finally entered the house. I remember our living room was the second warmest room in the house after the kitchen. But that night, it felt so cold I couldn’t stand it.
A knife. A man in police uniform. Some other men in white clothes and masks doing things with gloves and brushes. Someone taking pictures. Blood. Mom lying on the floor. Blood. Dad who had disappeared for a whole month, also lying beside her. Blood. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t feel Corry’s hand anymore. I just heard her screamed. Some people came to get us out from there. Voices. Steps. I couldn’t breathe. The world’s spinning.
At that time, I thought my life-our lives-was over. But little did I know, it was just where everything began. The wheel of life was moving. And somehow I was dragged along. To the depth of the dark.
I wish I had been killed, too.
-to be continued-
Author : Elizabeth Yenny
Genre : Thriller, Psychological, Drama
Disclaimer : Both the story and the characters are purely fiction. Credit if you want to share it to anywhere else. Thank you.. :)
Warning : The author is not an English native, so please bear with the grammatical errors.
Prologue
I had a sister. My twin. Exactly the same face, same height, same weight. We were often told that we were so much alike-we were alike-but inside, we’re just completely two different existences. I was always be the dark, and she was the light. The thing is, people only struggle for light. But when there is light, no one bothers to look for the dark. Life had been always that unfair to me. But tonight, I changed my life. Tonight, I killed the light.
***
14 years ago
“Honey, please get the door. It’s quite busy here in the kitchen.”
“Kay, Mom. Coming.”
I put my book on the table and walked toward to the door, turned the knob and got surprised when...
“Happy Birthday!!”
“Aunty! Uncle!” I hugged them and invited them to come in at once. They lived in a town quite far from here so it was really nice to see them once in a while like this. Aunty was 27 years old at that time and her husband was 2 years older. A lovey-dovey couple anyone in my big family would be envied for. They still hadn’t have a child until three years later.
“These braids. Caroline. I heard you won that science-thing competition in your school last month. Good job, dear.” It felt nice whenever Uncle patted my head like that-a thing dad never did lately. Dad used to praise me and brag about my scores to the neighbors. It’s not that I liked to show off-everyone here knew I didn’t like attention that much. But, hey, who won’t feel happy to see your dad excitedly going all around the yard just to show how proud he is of you? I knew it’s not happening anymore. I just knew it. Dad seemed to be so far away now, so unreachable. It was quite scary to think that I’ve lost him bit by bit to the point that I didn’t even need his presence anymore.
“It’s quite hard but I managed to get a perfect score.”
“Oh, darling. We are so proud of you. Here, your birthday present.” Aunty handed me a pretty small box, wrapped in a colorful sheet and tied with a big red ribbon.
“Thank you!” I sat down on my favorite corner of the room, right near the window, fixed my glasses, then started to open it slowly. Inside was a checkered shawl. Another shawl. Actually they always gave me the same thing. Two years ago it’s a polka dot. Last year it’s a plain red. “It’s so,” I lifted it up to cover my face, “pretty.”
“I told you she’d like it,” said Aunty.
“Don’t you get bored getting an exact same thing every birthday?” protested Uncle.
I’m with you, Uncle, but I don’t want to make her sad. “Not really. You know I catch cold quite often. This always keeps me company.”
The couple laughed. “And where’s my another angel?”
“She’s-”
Before I could finish it, sudden steps from the stairs surprised us. There she was, my twin, Corry. It’s Coraline, actually. But she didn’t like how it sounded since, according to her, coral was not cute at all. With her long blonde curly hair just like mine-hers was hang loosely, though-she came down and dashed to them with a big wide smile. “Aunty! Uncle!”
“Oh, my beautiful angel. Come here to aunty.”
They hugged. They kissed. They laughed. As if I was not there anymore. Different from me, Corry was always in such a high spirit. Everyone liked her, saying that house would be so empty if she was not around. It was quite a normal thing to see. When you say you don’t like attention, the world really doesn’t give you a chance to be the center of it. What’s not normal is when you find yourself start to long for it. And you hope it will be yours alone. Only yours.
“Happy birthday, my sweety. Here’s your present.”
Corry opened it right away. “Wow, it’s a dress! I love it. You always know what I want, Aunty. Thank you so much. Look, Carol, isn’t it beautiful?”
And she always got a dress. Any kinds of dress a town girl would wear. It’s her third. “Yeah, it suits you well.”
“Your mommy in the kitchen? I’ll help her. And you,” Aunty addressed Uncle as she left the living room, “don’t only sit like nothing happens. Go to the backyard or somewhere and see if you can be any help for something.”
“Aye, captain,” shouted Uncle lazily. “No holiday for a superhero it seems. My hero-assistant is very strict,” he whispered, rolling his eyes. “I think I’ll help your father. Where is he?”
Corry and I glanced at one another, shrugging our shoulders. “We don’t know.”
“He hasn’t come home since last night, has he?” Corry stared at me.
“Perhaps. I didn’t see him this morning, too.”
“Well, then, I’ll look for him. Just in case something happened.”
Soon it’s night. Uncle’s search was in vain. All of the family had already gathered in the house to celebrate our birthday. Grandma. Other aunties and uncles. Cousins. Nieces and nephews. Any other kind of relatives. Even mom’s colleagues who had children in our age. Not to mention some of my friends and all of Corry’s friends.
We sang birthday party songs. Blew the candles-we’re 15 at that time. Cut the giant cakes mom and aunty had made for us. Had a grand dinner with everyone. It’s just like any other birthday parties held in this house. It’s just, today, dad was not with us. Perhaps he didn’t even remember what day it was.
Standing near the door, I watched Corry and her friends dancing outside. Other family members were all over the house, eating and speaking and laughing merrily. My friends had already gone home. I’d got nothing to do, my favorite spot near the window was also been occupied. Crowd was not really my thing. So I moved and stood near the kitchen door and just then overheard something from inside. It’s mom and aunty.
“I can’t tell what he’s thinking. It’s really scary, you know.”
“Did he do something?”
“He didn’t, and that’s what make me afraid. He always talked to me about everything. He always asked for advice and opinion. But now, after the business had collapsed, he never comes to me anymore, as if he locks everything up inside himself.”
“You know, this is only my thought, but, do you think he’s a little bit embarrassed of himself? Well, your company is much bigger, not to mention your own income. I know our family never make any fuss of it but, yeah, we don’t really know what people outside will think. They tend to compare people in the term of money, right?”
“Do you think so? I never look down on him, you know, not even once. I don’t care what people say about him-about us. He’s my precious husband and I want him back.” Mom cried.
“He’s a great man, I know it. We all know. That’s why we are actually quite worry right now. He’s been missing since last night, right? Don’t you think it’s better to call the police?”
“No. He comes and goes as he pleases. He will disappear for days, then comes home like nothing happened. It’s always like this. No need for police. I’m sure he will be back in two or three days. Actually, now I don’t want him back.”
“B-but why? You said you want him back.”
“I want his old self back. But he’s not himself anymore. I’m scared he will do something terrible to our children. I heard he mentioned things in his sleep and that makes me scared of him. Don’t let him go back here. Please.”
I closed my mouth with both hands. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Just what dad wanted to do to us? Why was mom so scared?
I couldn’t sleep that night. I didn’t tell anything to Corry. She would be very scared if she knew it. I didn’t say anything to mom, too. Dad never came home. Until that fated night.
***
“Remember, don’t say anything to mom.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve told me more than two hundred times already, Corry. What will I gain if I tell her that you had a date with that lawyer’s son?”
“Ouwh, come on. It’s not a date. I don’t even like him. I just wanted to ride his new car. He’s rich but fool. That’s why don’t say a thing. Mom will make a fuss of it and I’ll dead. You know she doesn’t like stupid boy.”
“As you wish, princess.” I rolled my eyes. “Hey, what’s that?” I pointed something in afar.
“A police car? What happened?”
“Come on!”
We ran as quickly as we could. Dozens of people surrounded our house. A police line. Defeaning sound of the ambulance. Men in uniforms. Journalists.
“Mister Sheriff, what’s going on here?”
“Oh, dear please, both of you, don’t go inside.”
“Why?” I sensed every gaze was on us. I couldn’t tell how terrible their expression was-some crying, some trying to hold us. I shrugged them off. “Where’s my mom? What happened? What is everyone doing here?”
“Please, let us in! This is our home! I have to see my mother!” Corry started to cry.
The sheriff kneeled down before us. His teary eyes said everything. “You don’t want to see it.”
“We want. And we will!” I grabbed Corry’s hand. We broke through the crowd who was trying to stop us. It’s scary, actually. Really really scary. I knew something very bad had happened. I didn’t want to see it. But I wanted to see it. I had to see it. Corry was still crying when we finally entered the house. I remember our living room was the second warmest room in the house after the kitchen. But that night, it felt so cold I couldn’t stand it.
A knife. A man in police uniform. Some other men in white clothes and masks doing things with gloves and brushes. Someone taking pictures. Blood. Mom lying on the floor. Blood. Dad who had disappeared for a whole month, also lying beside her. Blood. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t feel Corry’s hand anymore. I just heard her screamed. Some people came to get us out from there. Voices. Steps. I couldn’t breathe. The world’s spinning.
At that time, I thought my life-our lives-was over. But little did I know, it was just where everything began. The wheel of life was moving. And somehow I was dragged along. To the depth of the dark.
I wish I had been killed, too.
-to be continued-