Oh how I wish to just run up to my room, drown in my own misery and figure out an explanation to what my eyes just made out! With Trevor and dad around, though, this is not a valid option since they kept on pestering us to bore them out with each and every inch of detail on how our day went by and if we found what we’re looking for. The hope in their golden-specked blue eyes crushed when I told them we didn’t find ‘it’ yet- which kind of made me feel bad.
After we had a delectable chicken cordon-bleu and tomato sauced spaghetti for lunch, which I enjoyed in my jeans and blouse since I was too hungry to change first, I excused myself from the table, explaining how I’m in need of some sleep before I rushed upstairs to my room. I opened the white-painted wooden door to be met with my light brown-painted walls that are covered with frames containing pictures and memories from when I was a kid, even though I don’t really remember much from my childhood.
I slide out of my outfit, placing it back in my closet and put on my pink, rabbit-like onesie before jumping on my bed. Instantly, the urge to sleep hits me so hard that my muscles were beginning to relax, and my eyes were slipping into unconsciousness but before I actually fully succumb, a certain picture flashes through my blank mind. This was more than enough to alert my body to jolt up from bed and think.
Dashing up to my closet, where I last hid the wallet with the picture inside, I grab it, clasping it in my right hand tightly before locking my bedroom door. I take a seat on the black chair in front of my desk. It’s not that I have anything to hide; I just want to clear up my mind and think of possibilities to what this picture could possibly mean before I confront my parents, brother or Adrien about it. It’ll be like a small little secret for now- not for long though.
Again, I find my eyes drawn to my identical figure. She was wearing a baby blue off-shoulder blouse and a beautiful diamond necklace. She looked so happy as if she was the definition of happiness, but is this even me? I never saw this man in my entire life, so who are those people?
Is it possible that I have a twin sister my parents are clueless about? Is that the case, or is this teenage boy the long lost sibling? Even if this girl is my twin, how come I’ve had no clue about her? Was she picked up by the wrong parents after birth at the hospital, and if this was the case, doesn’t a pregnant woman visit a doctor to know the number and gender of babies she carries?
Was my twin kidnapped when she was a baby, maybe even a little kid, and my parents decided to never bring her up? If this is true, does Trevor know about this? What if one of my parents has cheated on the other?
Oh God, no! ‘Don’t think like that,’ I stop myself with the warning inside my head. How can I even think that? I’ve known my parents my whole life, and I can tell how much they love each other. They wouldn’t do that to each other, for they live to see the smiles on each other’s faces. It’s their main goal so take that back. Even if one of them did cheat on the other, they couldn’t have an identical me planted out on the face of the earth just like that, could they?
No, this isn’t possible.
My mind starts brooding over the last two possibilities, but I shake my head no at both. This could be a stranger after all, but how come? Is it possible for two unrelated people to share the same exact identical features?
This girl has my eyes, my lips, my nose, my hair, my eyebrows and even my smile. I don’t understand any of this, but one thing I know for sure is that she can’t be me, so who is she?
Well, there’s only one way to figure it out.
An hour ago, I left home, lying to both my parents and brother that I went out to meet up with Adrien even though I just went out to a police station to figure out where this mysterious man, who I learned goes by the name of ‘Adam’, lives since his identity card wasn’t in his wallet. As a gust of cold air hits my bare collarbones, I shudder, instantly regretting my choice of clothing: a light off shoulder, full-sleeve black shirt and boyfriend jeans.
Five minutes ago, I left the police station after an officer – Officer Forbes- gave me an address to head to. I thank God that the stranger’s apartment is only four blocks away from the station; otherwise, I would’ve frozen to death by now. As I walk through the streets, my eyes flicker to the hundreds of beautiful shimmering stars that are decorating the night sky, and I nod as I find the truth in this quote I read from
