We are turning
thirteen. I spent many hours browsing the internet to see if there
was any relevance in that for murdered twins, but apparently not.
Sometimes I see the blonde girl in the mirror. She always has her
back to me. She is just waiting for Skye, of course. Her name is
Sarah, Leona told me, like the name embroidered on the blanket. Her
surviving twin, Abigail, would be around twenty by now. I wonder if I
have saw her, if she is planning to help Skye with my murder.
I haven't been
talking to Mum, or even Rose for that matter. I don't see why I
should. I have told them, time and time again that I'm not happy,
that I think Skye will hurt me. Yet, here I am, managing a night or
two at Chloe's, purely because I tell Mum rather than ask. But Mum
demands me home eventually. I feel like a sitting duck.
A joint birthday
celebration is all that Skye and I have ever had, like most twins.
But we had all of the same friends before. I asked Mum if we could
celebrate separately. Skye wants a sleepover, with Kirsty and Ava of
course. I don't want to sleep in the same room as them. I wanted to
go to the cinema with Chloe, and then stay over at hers. Of course,
Mum said no. She said that Chloe can come here, and while she was
pretty curious to actually visit the place, her mum isn't allowing
it. Clearly, she's heard of Silent Falls.
I asked if I could
visit Dad, when his card came in the post yesterday. Mum said no, and
of course, so did he. He doesn't care. I guess no one does, not
really. Maybe this is how it goes. Perhaps the other twins tried to
get help too. The sleepover is tomorrow. I have my little stone on me
at all times. This may be my last post.
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