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           It’s been two hours since we found her broken body in the storage closet of the theatre, and I haven’t stopped crying. But somehow, I wasn’t surprised. I had this feeling earlier... the feeling that we wouldn’t manage to find her alive, and I was right. We didn’t find her alive.

           I'm not sure why, but the image of her still body falling out of the closet kept running through my mind; over, and over, and over again. Her head was bloody, her face was pale and her eyes were wide open. She must have been in shock or maybe she was surprised by the attack.

          It was a terrifying sight. I'm sure she must have been hit multiple times in the head, with something big and easy to kill a person with.

          I could still see her wide, accusing eyes staring up at me. I shivered at the thought, tears still running down my face. I cried harder the more I thought about it.

          Maybe the dream that I had last night was a sign. Maybe it was my subconscious telling me that there was something wrong; that something horrifying had happened to my poor, unsuspecting sister who obviously hadn’t expected anything like this to happen to her.

          Even I, somebody who has put up with her for sixteen years of my life, didn’t think she deserved a fate such as this. I mean, sure, I’ve had those moments where killing her would be a great idea.... but she was my sister. I still loved her.

          As I continued on with my crying and my thought process I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I didn’t say anything. Not wanting to have someone come in here and watch me cry for another hour or two. It just didn’t seem like much fun to me.

           The door opened, without me inviting anyone in. A head popped around the corner, surprising me and causing me to jump.

           I was surprised to see my mom standing at the doorway. Her cheeks were stained with tears and she looked like she had my crying just as hard as I had, if not more. Her eyes were still wet but she walked into my room and sat on my bed where I sat with tears still falling from my eyes.

           We sat there together silently, both managing to sniffle a few times before either one of us were sober enough to speak up or even say one word.

           “I miss her so much already,” mom mumbled quietly, more to herself than me. I nodded in agreement. We were both going to miss her...

           “I never thought this would happen to me... let alone my whole family,” I sniffled.

           “I always expected to die before any one of my baby girls,” she said, her eyes staring down at her folded hands on her lap.

            I suddenly felt sympathy wash through my whole body. I may have lost my sister... but my mom had lost her daughter; her own flesh and blood. If anything, I think she’s lost more than I have, especially since she’s lost the perfect one. The one who seemed to do everything right, the one who was good at everything... the one who was better than me.

           A pang of guilt faltered through me... why was I jealous of my sister? She’s dead. It’s over with...

           Then a thought hit me... what if I was dead? Would my parents be relieved that it wasn’t the perfect one? Would they be happy that they were finally rid of the one who was always in the way?

          It took me a moment to realize how dark the thoughts were that were running through my mind. I looked to my mom, she was sad, but I knew that she would be just as sad if I had died rather than Harmony.  I don’t even know where that thought had come from...

          “I really wish I hadn’t fought with her...” I said sadly. My mom turned to me, horrified.

          “You fought with her?” she exclaimed.

          “Yeah...” I replied meekly.

          “Why??”

           I was silent. What are you supposed to say to that after you find the body of your dead twin sister in the closet of a dark, cold theatre? Yeah, there’s not much you can say to that.

           We were both silent after that, only the noises of our sniffles filled the room. Neither of us dared to say another word, for fear that we’d manage to start up some sort of argument.

           After my mom realized that not another word was going to leave either one of our mouths, she stood up to leave, causing my stomach to churn. She was mad at me, I could just feel it in the bottom of my heart.

          After she left the room I flopped down on my bed, flushed. I didn’t know what to do with myself anymore. There were so many things going on at once I just can’t handle it anymore. The strange girl, the dreams, and the weird little things that keep happening here and there... it’s just too much!

          And now that I was an only child... I would be forced to fend for myself. Without harmony to run to every time I saw something in the mirror or in that dark little corner of my room, no one would be there to save me.

          I jumped when I felt a sudden sharp vibrating next to me on the bed. In fact, I don’t ever think I’ve jumped that much in my whole life. I defiantly wasn’t prepared for that.

          I picked it up quickly; looking around my room to make sure that there wasn’t actually anything to be jumping about in here.

          It was Matthew, asking me if I was okay, because he had heard from somebody that Harmony wasn’t exactly safe. I wrote back a quick response, not really...

          It took him not even ten seconds to write back. Want me to come over?

          Well... =-/

     Please? We can cry together if you want...?

     I smiled meekly at his horrible attempt to cheer me up. It was kind of working I guess... even though I still wanted to bawl my eyes out every time I thought of my sisters smiling face.

          I typed back a yes and sent it quickly, before I changed my mind. Within ten minutes I heard a knock on my door, and without being invited in he opened it.

         “Hey, Mel,” he greeted solemnly.

         “Hey I muttered, attempting to dry my cheeks and my eyes so it didn’t look like I had been crying. I always look terrible whenever I cry. And what makes it worse is that Matt is here and he gets to see me like this.

         “So how are you holding up?” he asked awkwardly... I shrugged, not really in the mood for a conversation at the moment.

          He nodded understandingly. There wasn’t much to say right now... I mean, what do you say to someone after your sister is brutally beaten to death? Especially if your sister had a crush on that particular person for a while and that person has been someone that you’ve known for years.

          Even though there was a few things that I wanted to tell Matt... But I couldn’t because I was afraid to cry in front of him. I knew that if I even said one word, the waterworks would start and there was no way to stop the tears from falling.

          I wanted to tell him how much my sister liked him... and how much it had made her cry the night before. But I didn’t want the situation to become worse... if I told him that then he would feel bad; which then would make me feel bad for making him feel bad. 

          I looked over at him, he looked almost as sad as I did. He looked at me and forced a reassuring smile. I had to tell him, I don’t care if it makes him upset... he has to know.

          “She liked you,” I mumbled, almost hoping that he hadn’t heard me.

          “I know,” he replied. I looked up at him in surprise. Did he really?

          “I could always tell that she did... even when she was flirting with other boys,” he finished after I didn’t say anything. I still couldn’t find the words to say anything. It was hard to process what I had just heard... that he had known this whole time... that he had somehow magically figured out Harmony’s biggest secret; the secret that she couldn’t even tell her own twin sister up until a few days prior to her death.

          “Oh... she was crying about you when I last saw her...” I explained slowly, hoping that I wouldn’t upset him.

          “Was she? Why? What did I do this time?” he asked worriedly.

          “Well, apparently you told her that you didn’t like her?” I asked.

          “No I didn’t!” he argued. It took me a second to realize that I hadn’t gotten my story straight and I had made him seem like the bad guy.

          “Oh, well you told her who you liked and that it wasn’t her,” I rephrased.

          “Well I had to tell her somehow! She didn’t know that I knew she liked me, and I didn’t want to lead her on,” he explained, “so I told her who I liked so that her hopes wouldn’t be set too high.”

          “Oh,” was all I could say. We were quiet again, and it was absolutely killing me. There had been so many awkward pauses between us today that it was starting to really get on my nerves and was making me seriously consider just getting up and leaving.

          “Yeah, so do you want to just go outside for a breath of fresh air for a while?” he asked. I nodded silently, not really in the mood to say anything.

          He got up, helping me up in the process. We walked down the stairs and into the living room where my parents were silently sitting on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms.

          “Mom, dad, we’re going to go outside for a bit,” I told them.

          “Okay,” was all they said, they were both still staring out into the nothingness.

          Matt and I walked outside and onto our small porch, both barefoot and not wearing sweaters. It was becoming fairly chilly out lately. I could already tell that the seasons were changing once again.

          I thought about what Matt had said earlier; how he didn’t want to lead her on because she wasn’t who he liked... he just didn’t want her to get hurt. I wonder who the other girl is... I would ask who it was... but I personally didn’t want to know.

          So we sat there, trying to figure out what to say next.

          “So when’s the funeral?” he asked.

          “Probably Tuesday,” I replied “tomorrow’s going to be the viewing.”

          “I see,” he muttered, “when are you going to go back to school?”

          “Wednesday probably...” I said, unsure of myself.

          “Well, I'm sure everyone will miss you at school until then.”

          “Yeah right,” I retorted, rolling my eyes, “more like they’re going to miss Harmony and feel sorry for me.”

          “Mel, I’m sure people are going to miss you as well,” he assured me.

          “Nobody ever talks to me, what could they possibly miss?” I asked.

          “Lots of things,” he said.

          “Like?” I enquired.

          “You don’t have to be anybody for them to miss you, Melody,” he informed me.

          “That’s how it seems to work at our school,” I muttered.

          “Well... would it make you feel better if I said I’d miss you?” he asked raising his eyebrows at me.

          “Kind of...” I laughed.

          “Well that’s good! I’d be upset if it didn’t make you feel better!” he smiled.

          We trailed into silence again, causing me to squirm and feel uncomfortable again. I looked at my watch. It had already been four hours since we found my sister dead. It was five o’clock already...

           “I think I have to leave right now actually,” muttered Matt as he looked at his phone, “my parents are going to get worried...”

          He got up to leave, holding out his arms, motioning me to stand up and give him a hug before he left.

          I stood up and reluctantly gave him a hug. He probably didn’t find this as awkward as I thought it was. After all, I'm his best friend. I think of him as more...

          And like that, he was gone.

          I walked back inside, and went back upstairs to my room, ignoring my still sorrowful parents in the living room.

          It was going to be a long day from what I could tell so far. No progress was being made at all... the house was still a mess, everyone was crying or upset, and not even supper was in the process of being made.

          I lay silent on my bed, hoping that sleep would soon take over and the day would go by so much faster than it was. But the minutes dragged on and still I hadn’t fallen asleep at all.

          I was imagining the night that me and my sister had sat in her room and just talked about the random stuff in life. That had been one of our bonding moments. And of course, I had to ruin that by wearing her favourite dress.

          And that’s when my thoughts drifted off to Veronica again... it had been her fault, but at the same time I was at fault, too. I could have said no, but I didn’t. It’s my fault.

          It didn’t take long after that thought to finally fall asleep.

***

          I was dreaming again, I could feel it. It was easy to tell, because everything was so vague... even my own thoughts.

          I looked around my room desperately... until I realized that it didn’t even really look like my room... actually, it looked a lot more like my sisters room.

          I had this strange feeling that something bad was about to happen. The wind against the window was getting harsher as the seconds flew by. I was starting to hear the pitter-patter of rain against the roof and I was already starting to hear the faint roar of thunder in the background.

          The storm was distant, but that didn’t stop my stomach from twisting and churning inside of my belly. In fact, I knew that something was wrong, even if I was only dreaming.

           I twisted uncomfortably on the bed and finally sat up. This definitely didn’t feel like the bed that I knew so well. I stood up and looked at the bed. It didn’t look right.

          Suspiciously, I took off the covers and the pillows. It took me a while to comprehend what I was seeing, but when I did I was completely in shock. I didn’t know whether to scream or to run, because I knew exactly what was going to happen next.

          I began to slowly back away from the coffin that lay before me, until I bumped into someone. I gasped as I turned around, coming face to face with my bloodied sister.

          I stared at her in complete and utter shock, not sure where to go or what to do. I just prayed that I’d wake up soon and I’d be able to go and hide in the comfort of my parents. Harmony glared at me furiously. It felt almost as if she was burning a hole through my head.

          Panicking, I backed away from her, making some distance between the two of us, but every time I took a step back, she took another step towards me. I continued to back up out of fear.

          I could feel something behind me, causing me to stop. I glanced behind me quickly... the coffin was directly behind me now, wide open, ready to swallow the next person who fell into it. I was trapped with nowhere else to go.

          Before I knew what was happening, Harmony pushed my shoulders so that I fell backwards into the open casket.

          I screamed out fearfully.

         And that when I woke up...

***

          I woke up in a cold sweat. My bed room was dark and as I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand I realized how long I had actually slept for. It was six thirty in the morning and I had fallen asleep at five thirty. I had slept thirteen hours all together.

          I got out of bed, knowing that I probably wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again for a while, especially after sleeping for thirteen hours straight.

          I sat at the kitchen table alone, thinking about nothing in particular. I was supposed to go to my sisters viewing today and sit there while getting handshakes from people who wanted to see her one last time or just wanted to get a look at the once very much popular teenage girl.

          I stood up and headed over to the living room to watch some TV while I was waiting for time to pass. My parents probably wouldn’t be awake until eleven o’clock.

          I pressed a button on the remote as I lay myself on the couch, sinking into the pillows. I didn’t bother checking the news today, because I knew what it would be about today. They’d most likely be talking about my sister’s horrific death and the investigation they are doing in order to find my sister’s killer. 

          I really didn’t want to spend half an hour being reminded that I was now an only child and would never get to see my poor sister again... unless I'm dreaming about her that is.

          I shivered when I was reminded of my horrible dream from last night. She was so frightening, and so... dead! Just the thought of it was starting to scare me.

          I changed the channel to something happier than the things going on in my head right now. Cartoons always cheered me up when I was feeling down. They always made me feel like such a kid again...