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Rated: E · Short Story · Tragedy · #343348
Twin intution can be a good thin, but it can also be a living nightmare
28th of July 2002

Today Andy died . . . I felt it . . . as if knives had been thrust into my body . . . I knew before Ayla, before my parents and even before the paramedics.

Ayla herd the crash as collapsed on her living room floor and began screaming. But she did not believe me and said I was wrong. But I knew . . . and no one could tell me different.

Ayla my best friend I could not of shared Andy with anyone but you. He loved you and you him.

We stayed on the floor. While I was hysterical, Ayla was in denial. We stayed that way till the doorbell rang. Ayla opened it only to face two police. The tread of hope left her eyes.

'May we come in and sit down Mrs. Simmerson?'

'Yes? Ayla's voice cracked, waiting to hear the inevitable news. She came and sat down next to me.

'We sorry to say that your husband, Andrew Simmerson died, in a car accident two hours ago' Ayla was now the hysterical one. As the female police tried to calm her down. I sat there numb, not moving nor crying, till the male police officer , I forget his name, came over to talk to me.

'May I ask your relationship to Mrs. Simmerson, Miss . . . ?'

'Simmerson, I am her sister in-law'

'Oh I'm sorry for your loss. Where you close?' He'd come to the conclusion that I did not care for my brother already. Ayla screamed in the background. He did not see the vacant look, but he saw the puffy eyes and wondered why I had been crying before but not now.

'Very . . . he was my twin' A single tear ran down my face I finally realized the meaning of the word. 'Excuse me, would you drive me home. I don't think that I could drive' My voice was now cracking like Ayla's.

'Yes, I can do that. Just let me tell my partner' In minutes we were off. As we reached my house he lent over and asked if I would be alright . I already planned the answer to that question, but I nodded and thanked him for the lift. We had driven in silence. I, silencently crying as I still do now.

The dictionary says a child born as a twin belong to a pair. But this is wrong, each child is born with half a soul and the two make one. But when one half is gone you are left with half a person, a shell. This is how I now feel.

So I walked up the pathway, through the door and wrote this letter. Anybody can read it. Though some might be offended or upset at what I am about to do, please understand, half a person can't survive.

Love
Kelly

THE POLICE OFFICERS REPORT READ:
I had driven Miss Simmerson home the night before She seemed sullen, something quite understandable in her situation, I thought to myself 'It's just shock, when she's ready to face it, then she'll cry'. But I left feeling as though she had something planned, yet still she assured she'd be fine.

I called in the next day, just to see if she was alright only to find Kelly Simmerson dead. She slit her wrist with a carving knife. Ironically, after reading her letter, I realized that the one soul who was born into this world, died twice in the one day.
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