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Well, hello. I guess you came here to read the files on my computer; I guess that’s what you’d do. I don’t mind; what’s the point of writing if no one ever sees it? So, I guess this is an autobiography and I don’t know how I should start this… I mean, it all started when I got the unwanted gift of my unknown twin, but first you need some background info. You’ll find that my tale is like those super-hero fiction comic books; I’ve always wanted my life to be like that. No one cares about a stupid kid named Louis Granhaven. I’m a nonentity, so I guess that’s why I always wanted to be that way, but I never thought that this would happen, never! So, I named this autobiography, “The Unwanted Present” and that’s just what this is about. Now, this may sound like a Christmas story, but it’s not. Not anything stupid like that; I’m serious. I guess when you read this, it’ll sound just like fiction, like a comic book (as I had said earlier), but you’d be wrong. Unlike the stories, the villain is never the hero, and there’s nothing he can do about it. I guess I’m the hero, but my twin is the villain. We’re both the same, yet different. It’s because of each other that we both will die.
But I’m getting all too tragic and cliché to begin and if I keep blabbing on, I won’t finish this in the week I have left. It’s always good to start with humor so, I guess I could start there…
It was a not so dark and stormy night… and I was hiding. The dark corner had seemed like the perfect place to stay away from my pursuer, but I realized that it was the mistake that lead to my demise. I heard footsteps, and I turned, knowing it was too late to run. There she was, a dark figure in the doorway, her tools of destruction in her right hand. As she advanced, I huddled into a tighter ball, hoping that this was only a bad dream. She approached, ready to rid me of sanity. Reaching over, she flicked on the 60watt light. She looked like any teen would; new pimples, bursting with oil and a stupid mud-blonde braid jutting from the back of her head. But I knew better, the girl I called my sister was leading to my humiliation. In her hands were cherry red lipstick, sky-blue eye shadow, blush, and liquid eyeliner. Then she-
“What the hell are you doing?” Elena asked me, “Stop acting like I’m going to kill you!”
“That’s what you ARE going to do! I told you that you cannot use me as your ‘personal make-up tester’,” I replied.
“Oh come on Lou! How else can I find out if this will look good on me for tonight’s date?”
“Try it on yourself,” I stated, “I have better things to do.”
My pig of a sister crossed her arms over her chest.
“Oh please, we both know that you have no life.”
“I do too!”
I wanted her out of my room; she was talking up too much space. It wasn’t that she’s fat, but my room is about the size of a bathroom and I was Closter-phobic.
“Get out of my room Elena; you’re using up my air.”
“Whatever, dork.”
She walked out of my room, heels clacking against the hardwood. I sighed, happy to be alone again. I went over to the desk that was under my bed (Yes, I have one of those bunk beds without the lower bed so I could have a desk) and picked up my laptop. I checked my IM to see if any of my friends had signed in; they hadn’t.
Before my family and I had to move to this cramped house in the nowhere town of Gypsum, Ohio, I had plenty of friends and was a generally happy kid. Even though my old home in Cleveland was barely one-hundred miles away, I still felt uncomfortable; at least there were people who supported me. I admit that I am a strange person and that I am considered a dork, but that doesn’t mean I can’t find friends. For some strange reason, no one wants to be near me, as if I had a disease. Not even my parents talked to me then.
I suppose it’s because I changed after my aunt died only months ago. Ever since, I’ve become more introverted and more… unique. That’s the reason we moved; to get out of the house she lived in with us. Yeah, my aunt lived with me and my family, but it’s stupid to move because of that. I’m only 11 and I don’t think that I would feel emotionally scarred enough to start a whole new life. Well, my father is the generic type of parent: works everyday and comes home for dinner, lets my mother do housework etc., and wants his son (me) to be involved with ‘the great American pastime’ of football. I hate sports. I’d rather stay inside my closet of a room and read on fanfiction. So… I’m not the ideal son to my father. My mother can’t speak; she was an avid smoker and after many years, had to have her vocal cords removed so she wouldn’t die from cancer. She loves me, but she could never talk to me or even say she loves me. I don’t think she cares; tobacco messes up your brain you know. Oh, did I mention that I suck at school? Yup, I have below average grades which my father says will make me work in the fast-food industry until I die. Yeah, my father can be REAL comforting. But, none of this happened when my aunt was alive; it’s as if she was the peacekeeper. It wouldn’t surprise me if that was true.
Anyway, back to the story, that’s why you’re here right? Descriptions are boring, even for autobiographies; one can only take so much of them. So, I guess I’ll go on to the events that make my life interesting, the part with my twin and such. Most of these that are written by people my age include school, but that would be an inaccurate description of my life since I hate that hellhole. Ok, ok, I’m getting off topic here. This is what had happened next:
I was working on my story that I was writing; it was about this poor guy who was created for the purpose of war. He was a robotic-cyber-knight, or something along those lines; in short, he was invincible. But then, the strangest thing happened; I was just typing when all of a sudden, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything really. My muscles couldn’t move, and I was becoming dead cold. I stood up. I tried to not move, but I wasn’t in control. No! No! Don’t walk away like I’m crazy, or trying to use an old story line to make this exciting! I mean it. You’ll think this is stupid, but I can’t remember anything except for hearing my own voice tell me that I should just sleep. That’s exactly what I did.
The next thing I knew, I was lying in bed and the sun was just rising over the nearby lake. I sat up, and groaned when I felt their stiffness. I managed to climb down to the floor and go down the hall to the bathroom to wash up. It was early, but I didn’t feel tired so I decided to shower. If I remember correctly, it was Friday at the end of October. Yeah, that sounds about right. Anyway, you wouldn’t believe what I saw in the mirror. I saw me, except, it wasn’t me; this guy had a strange aura about him. He looked exactly like me, but… he seemed different, wrong.
“What scares you?” he asked me.
“What the fu-”
“It’s me, or should I say, ‘us’.”
I stared back at my reflection.
“How is this possible?” I asked.
“You know how Mom has a smoking disorder? Well, that’s not very good for babies before they’re born…”
I clutched my head with both hands.
“This is impossible! Are you saying I have something wrong with my brain?”
“WE have a problem with OUR brain,” the other me replied, “And that problem is you.”
I was shocked still. I believed this, but it also seemed too unreal. This stuff was only supposed to happen in stories.
“I don’t want this to happen!” I said.
“Then let me take over,” he whispered, “We are the same person, whether you or I like it or not.”
Before I knew it, I felt another presence inside my mind whispering, “Sleep now, and let yourself escape reality… Sleep… Sleep…”
Hmmm… I see a reoccurring pattern here… Well, it’s ok, there’s only a few weeks left of this stuff and I don’t even write down half of that stuff. Besides, I’m not very good at writing a large story, especially informational stuff. But it seems that my other self did some really bad stuff when he took over. You know that article in the newspaper about that person who hijacked a boat and lost tons of fish caught or whatever it was that the boat had? Well, that was my clone. I knew that was true because when I woke up, I was covered in salt water from Lake Erie. Yeah… I’d give you detail but everything’s so sketchy. I wish I could’ve like, gone into hero mode and stopped my other self but… I didn’t and what good is an autobiography if it’s all fake? Anyway, I should be moving on.
I didn’t tell anyone about my problem; no one would believe me. And if my Father DID, he would just send me to an asylum; not my idea of fun. So, life continued. I went to school and all of that boring crap and I have to admit, life was boring. That’s funny, because the future sure wasn’t. But I’m getting random, boring, and off topic again… oh wait, no I wasn’t; never mind.
So I went to school. I wouldn’t have put this part in if it wasn’t necessary. So, once again, I continue. I was at school, all bored while trying to pay attention to why a negative binomial multiplied to a positive trinomial could make a quadratic equation. Or something like that; I’m not all that good at algebra. My teacher, Mrs. Hylinn asked me a math question, which leads me to the important stuff. Yes, a stupid math question ruined my life, or at least started the ruining to my life… Anyway, this is what she said.
“Mr. Granhaven, solve this problem.”
“What?” I asked, still in my daze.
“The problem on the board. Do it now.”
So I stared at the board. It looked like a whole bunch of scribbles to me but… I tried to figure it out.
“So,” I though to myself, “What does 2(a -3) + 4b - 2(a -b -3) + 5 equal?”
How was I supposed to know that? It was practically impossible, or at least to someone who has a ‘D’ in math.
“Uh…” I said.
“You don’t know do you?” The ancient lady asked me scornfully.
I shook my head.
“See class,” she began, “If you don’t pay attention in class, you will be a clueless idiot like Mr. Granhaven who will probably serve the rest of his life as a minimum wage earning individual. You will be spending your after-school hours with me Mr. Granhaven. Now who can answer the problem and show him how to actually do math?”
I flushed as everyone laughed at me. I never knew the answers, and my teacher knew it. She liked to humiliate me on purpose. I sulked in my seat, knowing that I’d get a detention for not paying attention. That’s when my other self popped into my head.
“I can help you,” he told me, “I’m smart; I know the answer to that equation.”
I didn’t dare answer, for fear that I would get caught talking to myself and whatever else that witch of a teacher could get me blamed for.
“The answer is ‘6b + 5’. Just say it and we BOTH will get out of trouble. Besides, if I’m right, you can let me take over and make you seem like a genius. Think of all of the problems it would solve!”
He was taking advantage of my inability to speak back to him to tell me everything I needed to know. He kept telling me to do what he said, but I didn’t want to hear it; I wanted quiet. I wanted him to shut up. Just so he would, I said the answer out loud.
“The answer is 6b + 5,” I said.
“What?” Mrs. Hylinn asked.
“I told you the answer; it just took a bit of time.”
To my joy, the other me had stopped talking, pleased that I took his advice.
“B-but, that’s right. It’s impossible for you to be right!”
“It was actually me! He’s never right!” the other me screamed in my head.
I tried hard not to cringe, as his voice echoed in my head. I found it annoying how he wanted the credit to something he forced me to do, but voices in your head are like that, I guess.
“Whatever,” I grumbled.
So that’s how it went. Yeah, laugh all you want; having my twin answer math problems for me. Well, little did I know, every time I let him into my thoughts, the more control he had over me. There would be days where… there was nothing. I don’t remember anything from… who knows how many days. He could have been in charge for days, weeks? I don’t know; time seemed to have no meaning anymore. He would talk to me, and every time, it got harder and harder to shut him out. But, ever since I found out about my mysterious counterpart, the better life got. I mean, I got better grades, which got me more respect from my father. He also gave me enough anger, motive to stand up for myself. Sure, I looked like some dark freak who muttered to himself, but people stayed away from me. Not even the jerks of the school came within proximity of me; and when they did… He took over. My twin took over then and usually knocked the attackers down. Don’t ask how, I’m totally clueless, even to this very day what exactly happened when the twin took over. Heh, I’m getting redundant but I don’t care. I’m writing what happened in this autobiography of mine and that’s that. Deal with it. As for my sister Elena, she never tried to experiment with make up on me again either (Which is a good thing. I can’t believe I let her do that to me… Ugh, yuck; but I shouldn’t say that, especially because of the most recent circumstances I am under at this very moment as I’m typing…). Once I entered my room, no one entered, none disturbed me; just the way I liked it, and still do.
But, as good as things seemed, the other me became rebellious.
“I want to take control more often,” he told me one night, “It IS me who does all of the work; I mean, I don’t even know why it was you who got the control over the body. Actually, I know who it was; that doctor who ruined everything, the doctor called Lola.”
“Who?” I asked him back.
“Her name is Lola, and she is a doctor. She’s the reason that we’re stuck together. Other than that, I actually know nothing.”
“I know who she is,” I whispered, “She’s my aunt who just died.”
“I would correct you in using the term ‘our’ but, she’s not related to us. I know THAT much about that bitch.”
“Don’t you dare say that!” I exclaimed to him.
“Be quiet. You don’t want Daddy Dearest to find out that I’m in your head now, do you?”
I grimaced, even if he couldn’t see my expression. I hated how he was always right.
“Whatever,” I mumbled, “But she’s the reason why life was so much better before… she died.”
Heh, thinking about my aunt, I get choked up right now. I guess you could say that I care about her more than my own parents, which I guess isn’t all that much of a surprise.
“You are so pathetic,” he told me, “But the point is that because of her, I’m just stuck in your brain. Now THAT is something to care about. I could be the one in charge if it weren’t for her! And you know how helpful I am.”
“Oh yeah, hijacking that boat and dumping tons of fish is something that should be done.”
“For your information, it wasn’t something stupid like fish. Who cares about that? What I went after was a drug called sarcosine.”
“What’s-”
“Sarcosine is a type of glycerin and a natural amino acid found in muscles and such things.”
I thought about what he said. None of it made sense. Sarcosine couldn’t be dangerous, could it? He did say it was a glycerin, and glycerin is like sugar so… I wondered how sugar could be any sort of trouble.
“You think I’m crazy, but sarcosine is bad. It’s bad for people like us, it possibly could destroy all we know. Don’t ask why or how, but it is.”
“You’re joking.”
“Nope.”
He sounded truthful enough, and I figured that if I died, then he died along with me so, he must have been telling the truth. So, I went along with it. That, however, was my downfall.
Ok, ok, I feel as if I’m heading towards a tragic story so let’s change pace a bit. After about a month, I had gotten used to the other me. I didn’t tell anyone of course, not that there WAS anyone to talk to. People left me alone, and that’s how I liked it. My parents left me alone, and that was good too. But then, some trouble arose. It seemed that my twin didn’t like the way things were going. Like before, he wanted to have total control.
“No” I told him.
That seemed to hold him off a bit, but everyday his voice became stronger and stronger in my head. Now I was at the point that he was practically screaming to me every freaking moment. I couldn’t react and I could barely speak. He was too overwhelming, but I couldn’t let him take over. I could have ended the agony, but… I guess I couldn’t let myself give in. Now, back to math class. Yes, it seems problems arise in math class.
With a voice screaming in my head, I had no clue what to do. Even if I could speak, I wouldn’t be able to solve any problems given to me; I wouldn’t have been able to handle them.
“Mr. Granhaven,” my old, decrepit teacher asked me, “Solve the problem on the board.”
My twin just kept bugging to take over and there was no way he would give me an answer.
“Let me take control!” he demanded, “I deserve this body more than you!”
I shook my head, too overwhelmed to say anything. My teacher, however, took this as a reply to what she said.
“Excuse me?” she asked, “At least SAY you don’t know or I’ll send you to the principle’s office!”
I didn’t want more yelling, even though I couldn’t hear anything but what he said to me. He kept going at me, waiting for me to give in. You probably think I’m a wimp, which is partly true, but if this happened to you, you’d understand. I kept shaking my head, trying to free myself from the torrent of my twin’s words.
“No,” I croaked, “No, no, no, no!”
It seemed my teacher was getting angry at me, I could tell by the way she turned red, but I could only hear the sound of my voice which was the same as my twin’s.
“No!” I managed to exclaim, “Leave me alone!”
I was close to tears.
“Don’t cry on me loser!” he yelled, “Just give in, you know you can’t win!”
“I can too!” I yelled, unaware of the tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Oh please, without me, your life was shit. Think of how much better it all is. Life can continue this way if you just give in.”
“No! I won’t give in to you! Never!”
“Persistent fool. Anymore of this will blow our cover. You may have won the battle, but making an enemy out of someone in your mind just destroyed you in the war.”
His voice faded away, leaving my mind at peace. Mrs. Hylinn was still yelling at me, and the vice principle was in there too, ready to punish me. I wiped my eyes from crying and I figured that I was safe. I stood up and started to make my way towards the principle’s office. It was then that I heard his voice again.
“Sleep… sleep…”
“No,” I whispered, “I won’t listen to you anymore. I learned that lesson.”
“What did you say Mr. Granhaven?” the vice principle asked.
“Nothing.”
“You said something, now tell me!”
“Sleep…” my twin pacified, “Or I’ll make life more miserable than it was before.”
“Mr. Granhaven, you are to respond immediately!” the vice principle ordered.
I felt my mind slipping away, control over myself was leaving; he was taking over anyway.
“No,” I whispered again, “I will not let you win.”
Before he could take over, I let myself fall to the ground, leaving both of us unconscious.
xxxxx
I woke up staring at a white ceiling and florescent lighting; I was at the hospital. I tried to move, but found that I had been tied down to the bed. Swiveling my head, I saw that all sorts of needles and who-knows-what were attached to me. I felt sick seeing all of that stuff stuck into my own body. I closed my eyes, trying not to look. Instead, I tried to look out the window. The landscape was familiar… I was back in Cleveland! Even though my situation was bad, a smile still crossed my face. I was back home! I couldn’t see much else since I was lying flat, but I still felt joy.
Oh God, did I just say that? Man, now I feel like an old dork! Heh, I guess my brain is bummed out since I’m trying to remember, even if it WAS less than a month ago. I’d sleep except I don’t have much time left to write this… and I need to finish this before my time runs out. Crap, I’m getting ahead of myself here. I guess I’d better get back to the story, that way I won’t be wasting time.
I guess one of the thingy-mo-bobbers on me told doctors when I was awake because one came in right then. I won’t go into detail on how people look since, it really doesn’t matter, but just for the record, this doctor was old and lanky and… ugh, this still makes me shudder, he was all bloody when I first saw him. He was panting when he came in, and his grey hair was covered in dark blood.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, “Don’t tell me you’re my doctor because you are freaking me out!”
He seemed confused, but when he realized that he was covered in blood, well, he had an ‘oh yeah…’ expression on his face.
“Sorry, I just was filling in my coworker and birthing a baby. When a nurse told me you had woken up, I rushed here, not even bothering to wash up.”
“Why? What’s wrong with me being awake?” I asked,
“I wasn’t sure which one of you would be the one to wake up.”
“What!?”
I was surprised that he knew about my twin. After all, I hadn’t told anyone.
“You, Louis, are schizophrenic. The being in your mind is bad, and if he were the one in control, then there’d be a problem.”
“Ok,” I said, “That makes sense. But, could you please wash? The smell of cervical lining isn’t a nice thing to smell when you wake up, y’know?”
“Of course.”
The doctor left the room, calling for a nurse to come in. He obviously still didn’t trust me to be alone. The nurse came in, wearing one of those disgusting pastel shirts that smell like hospital. She was in her early-forties and a grey streak flowed through her auburn hair. She also brought in a tray on wheels which carried a plate of food; hospital food. I cringed in my mind, knowing that hospital food tastes like ass, it’s a fact that everyone knows.
“Hello Mr. Granhaven! I am going to be your nurse. You can call me Leslie,” she said cheerfully.
“Uh, you can call me Louis and… not to be rude but… could you tone it down on the cheerfulness?”
Her smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. She pressed a button, causing the bed to elevate.
“Are you the crazy one?” she asked.
“No! No!” I explained, “I just don’t feel like smiles are the best thing right now.”
Leslie eased up, assured that I wasn’t my crazy twin.
“Oh, that’s alright then. Now, I need to give you your medicine.”
“Medicine? Then what are all these needles for?”
“Oh, they were used to give you nutrition while you were in a comma. The others are for monitors and daily tests.”
“A comma!? For how long did that happen?”
“I’d say, about… a week.”
My jaw dropped, it was already December and I wasn’t even aware of it. Leslie removed the needles that were attached to IV bags while I turned my head. The door clicked open. I looked to see that it was my family. My father was there, for once not dressed in a suit, my mother looked worried, her hair frizzled everywhere. And then there was my sister. She looked like she had just come from school, with backpack in hand. She too looked worried.
“You may come in,” the nurse said, “I’ll leave you alone.”
She took the IVs with her and left the room. My family sat in the plastic hospital chairs and was silent for a while. I looked from face to face, wondering what to expect.
“Hi,” I said, “I haven’t seen you guys in a week…”
I stopped talking; all eyes were on me. I opened my mouth to speak, but my father cut me off.
“Why Louis? Why didn’t you say something?” he asked.
“You’d think I was crazy.”
“Well you are!” he replied.
That certainly wasn’t the answer I had expected.
“You can’t possibly have another mind inside your brain!” he exclaimed, “Anyone who thinks that’s possible is insane! And even if it were possible, you would have said something; any other choice would be idiotic.”
My anger flared. My father was insulting me on everything I did, and I didn’t like it one bit.
“Thanks Dad,” I said sarcastically.
“Don’t take that tone with me young man,” he threatened.
“Or else what?” I asked, getting ticked off, “Are you going to ground me? I’m already strapped down to the bed!”
I tried to gesture to my wrists.
“Are you going to hit me? I don’t think the doctors would like you to disrupt all of the tests they stuck into me.”
Once again, the doctor burst into the door, panting, but not covered in blood.
“Did he switch? What’s happening?”
“My son should not be here, I’m paying good money for nothing. There is nothing wrong with him except his rebellious attitude.”
“Ha! You’re just pissing me off, and that scared the doctors, what do you have to say for yourself?” I asked mockingly, “If that wacko in my head is right about anything, then it’s you.”
The room went silent, and I felt bad… felt bad for giving my twin credit for anything. My father deserved that remark, no doubt.
“Mr. Granhaven,” the doctor began to my father, “I cannot move your son; so if you are going to cause any more disruptions, then I will have to ask you to leave.”
My father nodded, stood, and left the room. And that was the last time I saw my father, but I didn’t know that then. My mother left the room, going to calm my father down. It was futile; he’d never talk to me again. Only my sister was there.
“You think I’m crazy, don’t you?” I asked her.
“No,” she whispered, “I don’t know what to think.”
I shrugged.
“Ok.”
She looked up to me, wishing that she could help. I could tell by what she said with her eyes. But, the doctor interrupted.
“Louis, I need to give you your medication.”
“Sure,” I said, “You know best.”
I nodded to my sister, telling her that she could leave if she wanted to. She got up and left, not sure if another needle would be injected to my skin. He took another IV bag from the side of my bed. I winced when the pointed metal went into my body.
“You know,” he began, “Schizophrenia doesn’t have an exact cure. If you had come in earlier, we could have removed the brain tissue that your other self before he became closer to you because of your situation. But until then, we can only try this. But sadly, there is a short supply of it. A few tons of it was… lost. So, we have to wait for more to be made to be shipped here. Companies aren’t going to send the drug for one kid, even if every life counts…”
“Every life?” I asked.
“Well, if your twin takes over, then it isn’t your life anymore…”
I didn’t buy that lousy excuse; he wasn’t telling me everything but I didn’t think I’d get anymore information form him.
“How is it hard to get this stuff?” I asked.
“Well, sarcosine isn’t an absolute treatment for schizophrenia.”
“WHAT!?” I exploded, “You mean he lied to me?”
“I don’t understand…”
“That loser lied to me about sarcosine. I didn’t know it cured this stuff! That’s why he wanted it gone, so he could take control. That liar is going to die!”
“Are you talking about-”
“Yes” I interrupted.
Thoughts raced my mind as I wondered why I had ever trusted him, why I had even let him ‘help’. The doctor left, letting me think things through.
Heh, sorry for all of the drama. I’m just relaying what happened. I wish I could add in some humor but… that isn’t my style, and this isn’t supposed to be funny unless you are some sadistic freak who enjoys my misery. If you are then, get out of my autobiography. I don’t want you reading it. So… I’m going to skip a week in my story to get to the point. If you’re getting bored, don’t worry, there’s only a week and a half left of this story left.
So it seemed that when the sarcosine ran out, the doctors would operate on my brain to remove the evil twin. So, yeah, that’s what they did. They knocked me out, and found the guy and removed the part of my brain that he had taken over. Since it was only grey matter, I was fine. A few days after the operation, I lied down and enjoyed the silence, the problem less life I would soon enjoy. The doctors had stopped strapping me to my bed, and there were no needles jabbed into me. And even though I was considered safe, I still got a tablet of sarcosine every week.
“I never realized how good I had it,” I had said to myself.
“I know, and you’ll never feel THAT again.”
I froze; it was him. How could it have been possible? He had been removed.
“What the fu-”
“Yes, I’m still here,” he hissed to me, “It seems that we were more fused than those doctors believed. You know, they’ve lied to you.”
“Like you haven’t. Does the word sarcosine mean anything to you?” I spat back.
“Oh, that. Of course I lied; I couldn’t be put away like I have been for the past month. You’ve been lucky, but I plan on ruining that streak.”
“Not if I tell the doctors.”
“Oh please,” he sighed, “I’m in your inner most white matter. If I were to be removed, you would die or be turned into a retard. THAT’S how connected we are. And sadly for you, I have more willpower than you so I will be the one who takes control. Tell those doctors that I’m here, and you will either be trapped without half your senses with me mocking you every step until death, OR, they’ll try medication and what-not which won’t work. They’ll send you into remission, and I’ll takeover.”
“Ha! I’ll know that I’m not in remission.”
“After much time, you’ll forget about me. Then I’ll strike and destroy everything you know in life. No matter what happens, I’ll win. It’s your choice.”
He left my mind, letting me think openly without eavesdropping. I had little choice. No matter what, I would lose. There was nothing I could do. My train of thought was broken off by the opening of the door. I turned to see my sister who had brought along some guests. They were my old friends! There were two of them there: There was the tan and athletic Kris, and the emo red-head everyone called Stone.
“Hi!” I called to them.
“Hey Louis,” Kris replied.
Stone just held up a hand as his way of waving. I looked over to Elena.
“I thought you may want to see your friends while you were here. The doctors say that you’re going to leave this week. That’s right before Christmas!”
My heart fell; I was going to leave. Even though I wanted to stay in Cleveland longer, I knew that wasn’t the problem. My twin would go home with me and he’d come into control. When I found three pairs of eyes on me, I raised my hands in an ‘I surrender’ gesture and smiled.
“Heh, I just don’t want to leave my once-home so soon, that’s all.”
“Whatever,” Stone sighed.
Even though he didn’t show it, I knew Stone was glad to see me; he didn’t take change very well. Elena left, and even though I couldn’t leave the room yet, my friends and I still had fun together. After they left, I was given another surprise; my laptop. My sister (Who I will admit, isn’t as bad as I always say. It’s just sibling stuff) brought me my laptop.
“I thought you’d like to type and stuff. Sitting in a bed all day must be boring…”
“Thank you!” I exclaimed and gave her a hug.
With my laptop, everything seemed so right and completed! In all of the day’s excitement I forgot about the evil twin. For some reason, he had not interrupted my day, which was a grateful surprise. But, before I went to sleep, I decided that I had to tell the doctors about his reappearance. It would be for the better, and I knew it.
I got out of bed and left my room. Even though it was forbidden (For some odd reason) I still went to fins the doctor who had overlooked my situation.
“What are you doing out of your room?” he had asked, surprised.
“I… My twin is back!” I exclaimed.
“W-what?”
“He’s still in my head.”
“Impossible.”
I shook my head.
“Well, then I better put you back on sarcosine or at least SOMETHING,” the doctor reasoned.
“No, it won’t work,” I stated, “He’s…”
I stopped, would I want to tell the truth and become brain-dead?
“He’s in most of my brain doctor; he can’t be removed. I guess this is some kind of strange schizophrenia.”
The doctor shook his head, leading me back to my room.
“No, I lied to you before, and I’m sorry. You never had schizophrenia. The sarcosine was only to control your twin. He really is your twin, not just another you. You see, when you were in your mother’s womb, there were two eggs. But, there were some problems. All of the doctors thought one of the eggs died due to lack of nutrition but… it seems you both merged together.
And your aunt, she knew about this. She was the doctor who watched your mother’s pregnancy because of her smoking. I theorize that she knew about this, but never told knowing that the baby would be killed. Though, she only knew it after you were born, and she didn’t want to destroy a life.
Your twin is a danger to us all, and he knows it, he takes pride in it. That is why he had to be stopped. But now, you are too old for anything like that. The only way to stop him is to either remove the section of your brain he is staying in or sedate him with drugs.”
“But doctor, why did I never have this problem before?”
“It seems that your aunt wanted to make sure he never surfaced, and used the experimental drug of sarcosine in your food. She would be able to do this because she lived with you and did plenty of the cooking along with the fact that she had complete access to the medicinal stores. He seemed to have found out and destroyed that shipment of the drug to avoid further submission. We’ll just give you more treatments. Just go to sleep, everything will be taken care of.”
I nodded to him and left. But I wasn’t satisfied with myself; I had to win. That was it! I knew then that the only way I could win was if I battled my twin with the sheer power of willpower.
“You think you’re so smart,” he sneered, “But you’ll save us both some time for just admitting it. When you become a tard, I’ll be mocking you since I live in the part of the brain that controls whether or not you live.”
“I don’t give a freaking care,” I said, “I refuse to give in to you.”
So, I guess that’s how it went. I got medication which didn’t work, and I decided to hold ol’ twinnie back with my willpower. But, there were consequences. Two separate minds combating for control takes a toll on the body. I, WE, went into seizures everyday which was not helping the brain at all. I had been warned that I could possibly die. That’s when I realized that the only way to win would be to go down myself. I would not give up, and I will not now as I type. He won’t give up either. So, we both are destroying each other every moment of our life. So, that’s how it ends; we both die.
The nurses were nice to me, asked if everything was fine. I just told them that my twin left me alone, but I still had my spasms anyway. Yup, the believed that. I didn’t tell anyone that I was going to die.
“Just give in,” he told me one day, “It can save us from dying.”
“No,” I replied, “I will go down gladly knowing that someone like you won’t be in the world. I know who you are; I AM you after all. You may be afraid of death, but I am not.”
My twin was a genius, he was brave, and perfect in most categories (As long as you wouldn’t find it under ‘humane’) but he feared death more than anything; I knew his weakness. Everyday he pleaded more and more for me to reconsider, but I said ‘no’ every time. At first, I had hoped that he would give up and I could still live but, our conflict had taken its toll. There was just too much damage for any chance of living. Yet, the doctors never took tests or asked questions. To them, I was just a boy who had medication which took care of everything.
“Give up now,” my twin told me.
“No, I will not. You should know that by now.”
“If you don’t give up, we’ll die in one week!”
“But that’s-”
The next week was Christmas Day. I would die on Christmas Day; how heroic. Yeah, I finally achieved my hope of becoming more than usual; I was going to be another unknown hero. I was going to save people and things (Probably since my twin would do sadistic things if he were able to do anything) and no one would know. So, that’s when I decided to write this. I wanted to record this history in case anyone else has this experience. I wanted to finally write something, and to have other people understand what this is. I want to write this to let my family know how I felt, and how much I cared about them. I am going to die any day now, so that’s why I have a time limit. That’s why I’m so rushed, so busy to make sure that this is all written down. It’s a struggle to even finish since the evil twin doesn’t want people to know, but I don’t care what e thinks anymore.
There, there’s my story. I’ve written it, and I feel accomplished. I will warn you, that this happened to me, and I did not make it up. I am Louis Granhaven, ready to type my final words. Thank you for reading.
xxxxx Epilogue
Elena just stared at the screen of her brother’s screen, tears streaming down her cheeks. She hadn’t known why her little brother had died. But he had known, and he wasn’t afraid. She took a tissue and blew her nose, still crying. It was snowing furiously outside. It was Christmas, but no one was happy. Louis had died the day before, and that caused plenty of sorrow. Elena had no clue that her brother had a twin inside her brain; she didn’t even know what a critical state he was in.
“Why couldn’t I have helped you and be the proper big sister?”
She was about to close down her deceased brother’s laptop when something caught her eye. It was at the bottom of the desktop… A small button was at the bottom of the screen. Peering closer, she saw that it had her name on it. Double-clicking it, Elena began to read the message.
“Dear Elena, I know that we never were on the best of terms but… I need you to know that I love you as a sister. No matter what I said to you, that statement will always hold true. If you finish this letter, you will see that I have a surprise for you. This’ll make me sound like a jerk but… could you give me my dying wish and publish my autobiography? If you could at least post it on fanfiction that would be great. Thank you. Oh, you’re present is under my bed. I had bought it for you back in October. It was supposed to be a Christmas present but since I won’t be there to give it to you… It’s not wrapped, but I think you understand. Anyway, I think you’ll get it when I say, ‘Now use this instead of me.’”
Puzzled, Elena looked under the bed and found a box. She laughed, while still crying, when she saw a prosthetic head. It was a male face, but there was a picture taped to the face. She looked in the box and laughed some more. Inside was cherry red lipstick and liquid eyeliner. Wiping her eyes, Elena looked outside. It had stopped snowing, allowing a shining star peek through the clouds.
“I hope you’re up there Lou, and I hope that you’re head is finally empty again.”
