I had a dream about
the girl with the blonde hair. It was very much like before. When I
looked at my reflection in the mirror, she was sat on Skye's bed.
This time, when I turned around, she didn't disappear. She sat very
still, staring at the wall. I stood up from the seat, and moved
slowly towards her. I could hear her breathing. As I reached out to
touch her shoulder, she spun to face me. I jumped back. There were 4
long slashes running diagonally across her face. Claws. There was a
look of disgust on her face as she looked at me from head to toe. I
stood in silence, looking back at her until she spoke.
“You're not
Skye,” she said, finally.
I shook my head.
“I'm Mirren.”
She turned back to
face the wall.
“What's your
name?” I asked. She didn't respond. “Why do you only talk to
Skye? I won't hurt you.”
She let out a sigh,
much like the sigh that Skye would do when she was annoyed at me. She
didn't turn around to speak to me again. “You are so like her,”
she said, still looking at the wall.
“Well, yeah,” I
said, looking down at her back. “We're twins.”
“No,” she said.
“Not like Skye. You are like my sister. She was exactly the same.
Nosey, selfish. Evil.”
“No!” I said.
“I'm not. I'm good, I promise. I don't mean any harm.”
“That's what she
used to say.” She turned to face me again, standing up in front of
me, her scars looked fresh. She was a few inches shorter. “Does
this look like something that a good sister would do?”
“Your sister did
that?” I asked.
She nodded. “People
thought that we were so alike,” she said. “The pretty little
twins, so close, so lovely. Well look what she did to me!”
With that, she let
out a roar, pouncing on me like some sort of animal. She knelt on top
of me, a look of pure rage on her face as she squeezed her hands
around my neck. I tried to push her away, but she was too strong. I
heard a laugh, and standing behind her was Skye, laughing at me.
I woke up with a
start. I could still feel some pain around my neck. Dreams can't
hurt, can they? It was still dark, and the room was silent around me.
Skye wasn't talking to anyone, or snoring in her sleep. I leaned over
the bed to look down. Her feet were hanging off the side of the bed.
She was awake.
She's refusing to
go to school now. She said that she doesn't like the journey to
Glasgow and she wants to go to Silent Falls Academy. I asked Mum if I
could go too, but Skye's adamant that she doesn't want me there.
Mum's even noticed how much of a cow she is to me.
I hear her talking
to Rose at night and saying how Skye's trying to break away from
being a clone, and perhaps it's good for me too. I don't think so.
I think that Skye
wants to hurt me, and this ghost girl is going to help her to do it.
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