My earliest memory is of a skull with glowing yellow eyes staring at me. I never knew what that memory meant, but now, thirteen years later, I might find out.
I live in a two bedroom apartment with my overprotective mom and pet fish. when I say overprotective I don't mean she didn't let my go to a party once, I mean if it were up to her I would never leave the house. Everyday I go to school and straight home. I'm lucky if I even get to go on grocery shopping trips with my mom. This was my life until a seemingly ordinary Thursday turned a little less ordinary.
Ding ding! My mom rushed to the door, but only opened it a crack. I peaked around the corner to try and see who it was. we never get visitors.
"I need to see her." A mans voice pleaded from the other side.
"Now you know I can't let you do that." My mom replied.
"There's more going on then you know. It's time that we all meet." Meet? Are they talking about me?
A million thoughts ran through my mind. My father had left us when I was just a baby and a part of me hoped that was him on the other side of the door. That he had finally realized the mistake he had made and is now coming back for me.
My fantasies ran wild until I herd my mom say, "You know it's too dangerous. Them even being in the same state could ruin everything."
That doesn't make sense. All of my wished of this man being my father washed away. Who are they talking about? How could being in the same state as someone ruin everything? My mom apologized to the man then shut the door.
I tried asking her about the interaction later, but she played dumb, shut me out, and changed the subject. Eventually I let it go. Maybe I heard them wrong. I believed most of the conversation was just my imagination until five months later. I came home from school and the front door was cracked open. I cold sweet ran over my body. No way my mom would have left the door open.
I slowly crept inside the apartment as I pulled out my phone to call the police. Before I could even dial the first 1 of 911 a hand smacked the phone from my grip. I gasped and looked up to see a teenage boy who could didn't me much older than me. Even looked like me a little, with his dark, almost black, brown hair, wide eyes and round face. Almost a mirror image besides the fact I was a girl.
"Sorry," He began picking up my phone, "I just really needed to stop you from calling the police. I might have responded if my mouth hadn't already gone dry with cob webs from it hanging open for so long. "I can explain everything, but we won't be safe her for long."
Still silent on my end. "I'm Jeremiah," He said putting out his hand. I shook it hesitantly still looking at him in shock."I know, I know, I shouldn't have broke in but-"
"Where's my mom?" I exclaimed finally processing everything. Now it was his turn be surprised.
"I didn't hurt her I promise. She was gone when I broke in." He held his arms up defensively and started straight into my eyes, "I promise."
"Why are you here? No, that doesn't matter. Give me back my phone!"
"I would, but then you'll call the police."
"No I won't" I lied holding out my hand.
"I know this seems crazy and sudden, but my dad has been trying to get your mom to let is meet for a long time now." He spoke fast.
Five months ago my dad and I came to this apartment. It was after he explained to me that I had a twin sister that I was separated from at birth. I was beyond ready to be angry and confused, but then he explained why. The closer we were to each other, the easier it was for them to find us.
"Why are you telling me all of this now?" I has asked.
"Because it might not matter what we do. They can find you either way." The fear in his eyes almost stopped me from pressing him any further, but I had to know,
"Who will find us exactly? Did you commit a crime or something?" I couldn't put together how me being with my sister could be a threat.
"It's more complicated than that. You and your sister are special." He sighed at rubbed the back of his neck as he chose his words carefully, "You only have powers when you two are together. That power is how they track you," he pause, "Or so I thought."
That day I stayed in the car outside of an apartment building in a country I have never been to. My dad said that this was where my sister lived and he was going to convince our mom to let her see me. Now that he knows they, whoever they are, can find us either way. His efforts were futile.
My dad gave up too easy in my opinion, and now that I know I have a sister I couldn't just let her slip away. That's what I explained to her when I broke into her apartment five months later. She wouldn't leave without answers.
"If your mom comes back she'll never let us stay together!"
"What's wrong with you?" She asked.
I stared at her in awe for a moment. What did she mean, did she think I was lying? "I'm serious. I couldn't make this up." I pleaded.
She nodded slowly a couple of times before she began running to the door screaming. I understand her panic, but frankly I don't have time for that. I felt heat burn behind my eyes as I willed the door to shut and lock before she reached it.
She spun around, "Did you just...?"
"And so could you," I grinned at her, "If you give me a chance.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.