Idk what i was doing with the title but i decided to write a short horror story
Here ya go !
I was sad when my twin died.
I mean, of course anyone would be sad if their identical twin died. I was jelous of her my whole life. Even though we looked the same, talked the same, and basicaly were the same, life always went her way. She got straight A's, got OUR dream acting job and married a wealthy man, and had a child. Everything i ever dreamed of. Everything i wanted, but could never have, but then i found a way.....
The funeral was short and snappy. I had only ever made a couple friends and most hated me i suppose. I heard the rumours. People always thought there was somthing about me that made them uneasy, they were right i suppose. My Mom sobbed over the grave whilst Father barely held back his tears. Pathetic. I stood next to her husband holding her child, well its mine now i suppose. The priest ended his speach and everyone gradually drifted away. Her husband- i mean my husband dropped me and the child in their- i mean our house, and he drove off for work. I sat upon the couch dictating emails to kind people that offered their condolences about my late twin. Evening fell and i got up to make a cup of tea. The child stood, watching me. Their big blue eyes as cold as ice, and as piercing as a knife. I think she knows. I think she knows i killed her mom and stole her life. I think she knows its not her aunty down in that grave. She knows its her mother in that grave. She will probably forget as she grows older. And if she doesn't, I will deal with her......
PLOT TWIST !!!!!
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