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appleblizzard • 28 November 2014 at 2:23 AM

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snowlily • 28 November 2014 at 10:35 AM

Reflection
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I checked the clock on my bedside table. It was midnight. I knew what would happen very soon. Another soul from our neighbourhood would disappear leaving only their petrified screams to ring through the hollow trees of the wood in my back garden. I think you are confused so I will tell you what happened before this day…
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As usual, I sat in my comfy chair at home with my twin sister Indigo and Mum. It was then that our mother decided that we can handle our lives by ourselves. She drove us to an unfamiliar place and left us there. I had to drag Indigo up the hill for her to accept that there was no going back. Anyway, the house that was now occupied by the Twins Ivory and Indigo Mays wasn’t as lovely as home. Its windows were off their hinges, the floorboards were rusty and the ceiling looked like it would collapse. Yeah not the best of places to live. But we cleared up a little and now the house is gleaming. Now the thing was, our neighbours living at the bottom of the hill didn’t like our presence. Well, they didn’t like mine. There was something about me that was unsettling for them. Some time on, I heard a knock on our door. Indigo went to open it as I was busy making dinner at the time. 10 minutes had passed and my instinct told me that there was something wrong with Indigo as she hadn’t returned. I walked to the door, heart in my throat. Now I was staggering. The picture that was waiting for me at the end of the hallway tore my already sore heart to pieces. My poor twin sister was lying in a pool of crimson blood oozing slowly from her still chest. Her blue eyes once alight were glassy and the curly blond locks seemed too static to be hers. Kneeling down, I cried silently. The only thing that the murderer left was a grand mirror with extremely sharp spikes engraved onto the frame which was lying on the ground. Not knowing what to do next, I stood up onto the curb and watched my shadow stand in the mirror. The shadow disappeared and somehow I was falling through the mirror.
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That night I awoke in my bed. Something was sizzling downstairs. Standing up, I called through a headache “Who is it?!” Nobody replied but the sizzling carried on. “Wait.” I had thought. “Sizzling?” Thinking that it was the stove, I rushed downstairs freezing in my tracks on the bottom step. Was that…? No it couldn’t be Indigo. My twin was dead. But there was no mistaking those frizzy locks and blue eyes. This wasn’t the Indigo. This was her ghost nearly alive. “Ivory, you predicted this earlier, didn’t you? Well done for not telling me about my death.” She said quietly. “It would have helped me.”