Hello everyone! As always, I’m sorry if this took a while to get out, it’s taking me some time to get back into all of my stories. So anyway, please enjoy!

Twin

Part 3

Lia

If you ask me

What the thing is that

I wish for most in the world,

I would say

My sister’s approval.

**

I wake up to nothingness,

To fog.

It’s heavy,

But not exactly there,

And when I try to struggle

I can’t.

*

Finally I give up,

Falling back on myself,

Drenched in the heaviness

Like sweat.

*

I can’t think,

Can’t explain what’s happening

To me.

All I can do is

Wait.

**

Slowly things come back to me.

Inches,

Moments,

My senses are

Given back to me.

I can feel presences

Beside me,

And sometimes I think that

I can hear something,

But then I think it’s

Just my mind

Playing tricks on me.

*

At one point I thought I heard a scream,

Which frightened me.

Whose scream?

And then someone crying…

My head hurts from the thought,

And I immediately draw back,

Back into the darkness,

The dimness.

**

Finally I can hear things better,

And I know that I’m not dreaming.

Still, I don’t open my eyes,

Just listening, waiting-

*

“Is she supposed to be awake by now?”

I recognize that voice…

Yes, I’m sure I do.

I rack my brains,

Trying to hook onto the memory…

Of course.

It’s Dad.

*

Immediately I relax in my mind,

Knowing that Dad’s here,

Knowing that I’m not alone.

He’ll do something.

Wait-

Where am I, anyway?

Something clutches at my heart,

But I can’t move just yet.

*

“It’s… Taking a little longer

Then we thought.

But don’t worry, Mr. Thomas,

She’s healing smoothly,

And she should be up soon.”

*

I hear the familiar way

That Dad lets out a

Held breath,

And can almost see his eyes

Lose their worried tinge,

The way they always do.

*

It takes me a while

To fully understand

What the person said.

They were talking about me,

I’m pretty sure-

They’re leaning up on my bed.

Wait-

I’m in a bed?

Why?

Aren’t we going to Sarah’s

Dance recital?

*

When her name pops into my head,

It’s as if a chain of thoughts

Are set off.

Of course,

Where is she?

What happened?

Why can’t I think straight?

*

Again,

The pain to my head,

And I fall back once more,

Not wanting to think too hard.

It’s then that I realize

That everything else

Doesn’t hurt.

*

That’s strange…

My muscle memory

Tells me that something happened,

That my nerves were on fire…

*

Where am I?

*

It takes me a moment to notice

That they’re talking again,

And I quiet my thoughts,

Focusing in on their words.

*

“Do you think she remembers?”

It’s my dad,

A streak of anxiousness,

Of weariness

Bleeding his words.

*

I hear a pause,

And I can feel the other man’s

Gaze on me,

As if seeing if I’m

Awake.

Then he turns back to my father,

Saying,

*

“I don’t think it’s best

To talk about it

Right now.”

*

“Of course.”

I hear my father answer,

And then I can actually feel something-

My father’s warm hand

On mine.

Then I feel him leave my side,

And I’m left alone in

My strange surroundings.

End of Part 3