“ANNA, OH MY GOD DARLING, I missed you. It's been 3 years," her large lips release that dull sentence enthusiastically. Her arms open for me, forcing me to give her a slight hug.

I'm starting to think she is blind. Drake always could tell the difference between my twin and I, but Sabrina can't? My sinister smile replaces itself with a weakened smile. My heart begins to beat ten times per second, and now I'm finding myself wanting to disappear into an ocean of depression.

I'm not thrilled with this female as I was at the age of fifteen. She doesn't seem real to me, nor do I believe she is. Hatred is the source of my feelings towards her and I don't want to fight it, but I have to act as if it isn't there.

"Sabrina it's been too long! How are you?" I say proudly, admiring my delightful acting skills. I try to act like Anna and her carefree mood. Nevertheless, my sweats are beginning to form a river. I can only imagine my face and its horrid nervous look. I don't enjoy myself in this mood but it’s one that I'll have to deal with. The more pain, the more joy I guess.

"Great, great! Come on in, baby!"

"How kind," my eyes flicker at her.

***

Memories,

An everlasting thought you cannot erase. Just as I close my eyes, the sight of torture dominants my mind, with a disgusting aroma of pain murdering my nostrils. My dry throat forces me to not suckle the air, a request I cannot obey. I turn in circles for a moment, right before reality hits me hard.

The place had, Storris, written all over it. An old family house, the way Drake likes it. It was also a place where Anna's group would beat me in the middle of the living room. Throughout the years, his parents were close to invisible as the usual business trips would surface.

I'd be beaten, and I'd be put in a sack filled with bones. It was something mental, I was nothing more than thin pieces of bones, and my face would be that of a ghostly white. At times, I found myself in the middle of hell. There was a way out of this shit, but I had to solve the riddle... An action I was too afraid to do.

Storris’s parents died and I guess, he’s inherited the place.

I turn and I see Sabrina, trying to be helpful.

"Sit... Sit darling!" She says with her fucking voice that causes blood to drop from my ears. She's had too much coffee and I think we can all agree on that. Her energy is blasting the room along with her over-pathetic words. I make it towards the living room and I find my way to the couch. As I'm about to speak, I see a photo of a child. It has her face but Drake's glowing, beautiful bright eyes.

"So, what's up babe?" I say trying to remove my focus from the child that should have been mine. Guilt and sadness find me bringing an ocean of questions. 

Why does life have to be this way? Why do I have to be punished for mistakes, mistakes that I have taken back and for other people's faults?

"Oh, where do I begin...."

She can never close her mouth. We all have that problem but Sabrina could never stay quiet. In conversations with her, you don't remember the beginning and you barely remember the ending. I wonder if she's changed and her personality has become superior.

"... I finally gave birth to Todd. My little angel, he's sleeping right now in his new crib!  I bought his crib at Pottery Barn, oh and there were fantastic sheets there. I didn't get them, though because they cost way too much and-"

"-I get it, honey," I thank myself for cutting her large speech. My body can't handle hearing her voice that much. I felt a stabbing headache, attacking me... Causing a short pause for a second. Each word was a knife stabbing my head, and those wounds she inflicted on my mental well-being will never go away.

"So... What's new with you and Drake?" I sadly forced my mouth to release the first thought/question in my mind.

"After Todd was born we went straight to sex," she says proudly with an enthusiastic smile on her face. 

I didn't need to know that. It seems as if all of her words are torturing me. I'm in a fire with all of these damned and fucked up things, and don't need this fire to get bigger. My eyes open and they bring a smile too. 

That's my ex-boyfriend; 

My heart has never truly let my feelings for him escape me. After all, a woman's heart is deeply mysterious. As I exit my thoughts, I instantly notice Sabrina, who is still waiting for a reply.

"Doesn't it hurt?" I ask. She's disappointed with my response.

"It used to but the way it feels... I think his cock is a rainbow when it comes up my pussy."

"So, what about girls? Do see them?" I say trying to recuperate from her murderous words.

"No... I'm not bisexual anymore! You know that!"

She starts to get angry, with flames bulging from her body. Her eyes begin to roar and her hand beats the side of the sofa. I'm starting to feel I shouldn't ask any more questions that include her personal love life.

"What about Martin? How is he?" Sabrina smirks at me for a second.

I had never heard Martin's name until now. The name brings back two suspicions.

1. He doesn't like Anna at all, just her fucking money and the sex. Anna inherited quite a lot of money and a hotel after the murder. What guy wouldn’t fall for her?
2. She looks like me. Martin always ‘touched’ me when Anna wasn't looking. Despite my sister hating me, I didn't want to kill her happiness. My mouth was glued shut when all I wanted to do was yell at the top of my lungs... I didn't enjoy his hands, they were too brutal for me.

"Darling, he's the same," I say, trying to think about something positive. I wonder if my lie sounded realistic enough. Cause of this, I feel immense fear in me. I then mentally lie to myself saying: 'she's stupid, she'll believe it.'

I highly doubt it though.

"Is the hotel business good?"

There is a gap between my answer and her question. Desperate to give her an answer like Anna would, I try hard to think of what she would do. Out of nowhere, I flip my hair twice; it was a sign for yes that Anna would constantly do, as she was too lazy to move her precious lips. Sabrina laughs, but her laugh is fake... Fuck!

"I haven't done that in such a long time."

"Well, you better start." I try to ruin her mind, but I don't think I'm succeeding. Am I as weak as I think I am? I desperately try to encourage myself but I fail drastically.

"Did you hear about Samantha?" She asks. I was dreading that question from the start. My blood begins to swim through my body ten times faster. That sudden chill has returned once more. I thought it had forgotten about me and moved to someone else, but apparently, it isn’t finished with me.

"No... what?" I ask as I feel my stomach screaming. I feel as if it's going to fall out me but I tell myself, not to crack and to hold it together. 'Deep Breaths Samantha' I tell myself for the millionth time and manage to find peace.

"She escaped from prison!" Her words bulge out of her. It reminds me of when a lady screams 'help' in horror movies. The topic of 'Samantha' falls in place, just at the right moment. I slowly grab my pocket knife and lean forward. Sabrina just falls in the lead. I need to make this sloppy female change, I need her to forget about 'Samantha'. She comes closer to me and her eyes gradually become more sexual.

"I know that. Since you brought her up baby, she told me that you like me." Sabrina instantly freezes but her heart races. Her face seems as if it is in a trance-like state. She's spiralling into lust, it's where she needs to be. I lick my lips, and my hand shakes furiously. I gently blow her a small kiss, puckering up and getting prepared.

"Oh, well-"

"I always wanted to fuck you, baby," I send my whisper towards her ear, dazzling her. I've never been so seductive in my life. My lips almost press against her ears and my breasts fall close to her.

"Then do it," she replies with tenderness in her sexual frustrated voice. My lips come in contact with hers, and we feel each other. The wet thick flesh compliments me, and our tongues meet. I carefully pull out the knife.

At first, I ignore stabbing her.

I brush my breasts against hers, and I enjoy her skin's soft texture. Her saliva dances on my tongue but I stop to catch my breath.

"This will feel like something you've never felt before." I roar. I manage to stab the knife in her, crushing her. I hear the bits of flesh crack and I taste a bit of her blood through her mouth but strangely enough, it acts like an orgasm to me.

Such a good feel.

Stabbing her wasn't completely difficult. The knife's blade wasn't large and I didn't stab her as deep as I would have liked. Nevertheless, her mouth roars out a bloody scream and I feel the flesh with the knife.

Another scream escapes her mouth before she falls on the ground. She wasn't about to die from that injury, but red liquid begins to come out of her body.

"Anna what the fuck is wrong with you!?" She yells. I know that her heart is flooded in confusion and that it doesn’t know what to believe. I laugh and smile. I feel my anger controlling me, and I don't want to battle it. My lip goes upwards instead of sideways, releasing a smile from hell.

"Anna! Where? Where is she?!" I now consider myself to be a clown. My joke was terrible, and it only makes me look like John Wayne Gacy.

"Samantha! Is that you?"

"You couldn't recognize my lips? You forgot what I told you slut? Get up! Where is Drake!?" I yell as I grab her by her silky hair. Of course, being a rich female, she probably spends thousands on it. I will admit that I am a tad jealous but I try to dismiss my jealousy as I manage to lift her with my strength. A little thought appears in my head: "Vengeance Is Mine". Without a word, I drag the foul young woman to the end of the living room.

"Where's Drake!?" I burst at her. My voice attacks her, crushing her ears and her soul.

Tears roll down her eyes sending mixed emotions throughout the room. I send a punch to her, though it hurts me tremendously. Her little shrieks bounce off the walls and slowly drift away, making no one but us hear them.

I'm much stronger than her now. She was much stronger when we were teens but when you go to WTG (women's training group) they teach you to fight for your goddamn life. I kick her head hard, sending shock waves through her skull. Her head feels like a sphere made of brick, but it was much looser than I expected it to be. The pain must be fierce; it must be burning her body. But she still doesn't crack.

"Get out! I'll call the police!" I don't take her words seriously. How on earth could she call the police when I'm on top of her?

"The police in hell?" I ask with my fist dashing towards her plastic made face. My fist hit her so hard that I too felt pain. The pain was daggering, bursting my hand even. My knuckles dripped blood but Christ, it was such a good pain. Her breaths are fierce and they stay like that for a few moments. I slide my knife down her face, and I notice her reflecting eyes that are being consumed by terror.

***

I’m no longer afraid of monsters, because the people around me and the people I love were monsters.

I think I’m becoming one.

It didn't take a long time for Sabrina to calm down. Her breaths become much slower than before and meet reality and get the fact that I'm in charge of her. I let her hair go as I tire of its texture. She gulps the air like there is a little left. I walk to the couch to pick up my trusty pocketknife.

The sound of footsteps lingers in the atmosphere. I turn my head around and Sabrina is gone. No surprise... But her blood isn’t, she leaves a blood trail to the kitchen. I follow it with hunger.

A loud heavy scream comes out of the kitchen along with Sabrina and a butcher knife.

“You honestly wanna do this?” I ask her.

“Bring it on bitch!” She says proudly.

We start to circle each other like piranhas. Her butcher knife starts to shine on my skin. I proudly gleam at my reflection. I’m still waiting for her to make the first move. She just stays there with the knife in hand.

“Do something, Samantha,” I tell myself. I scream and move an inch, hoping that she will fall victim to a trick. Thankfully, Sabrina does. She moves her knife back and forth trying to slice open my stomach. I feel scared for once as I have never fought a person with knives. Deep breaths rush into my body.

“Just believe in yourself, Samantha.”

A bit cliché, I know.

I make my move. I linger close to her, almost slicing her thin neck. She backs off and jumps on the couch. I keep grunting with my face turning bright red. I so want to kill her, I want her blood to be on my body with her horrid scream stuck in my head.

"For a neat freak, you should be furious at yourself". I say trying to make her furious. She doesn't say anything, perhaps she won't fall victim to my tricks. I circle the couch like a shark and move close. I feel my body temperature rise and my anger yelling at me.

I want to hear her beg for her life, and make her my submissive.

"Fuck you!" I jump on the couch but I feel a large slice. Daggering and hot pain finds its way to me, and I notice quickly that the left side of my hip is cut, but I thank God that it isn’t deep. I instantly release a shriek, and then gaze at her.

"Do something, Samantha!" I beg at myself mercifully.

I grab her hard-rounded head and slam it on the ground. Her hand lets the knife go and I'm instantly on her. Banging her head again against the floor, I make pain be in charge of her.

I hit her face made of plastic. It hurts me too, but such a good hurt. The skin over my knuckles had split and blood trickled. I want to spill all of her blood, every last drop. Her breaths came hard and she wheezes. I slide my knife down her face, and her eyes bulge, intense terror reflected within them.

"Where's Drake?" I ask yet again. I'm tired of saying those words over and over again. I feel as if my own vocal cords don't fancy those words anymore.

"Up your ass and around the corner." She replies.

I take my little pocket knife and slide it on her face. I act like a serial killer, stalking his or her prey. I desire to ruin her; I desire to earn justice for myself and for Esther.

"Want this to go up yours? Tell me where he is," I ask her again, not afraid to slice her body open.

"He's not in love with you anymore Samantha!" She cries out loud.

"You fucking stole him from me!"

"You were in jail!"

"So?! You just fucked him to get him on your side and to get his wallet! Do you know how that big boy touched me?" My words slap her right across her pathetic face. Perhaps tension is building inside of her, and I so badly want to see her explode. Now that I'm thinking of Drake, I feel my sex blush as I think about the most sensual times I had with him...

"Shut up!"

"When we were 16 he took me to the creek. We made a fire, having a party of our own,"

... "I don't wanna hear it!..."

"... He starts to touch me and takes my clothes off. I leave my bra on which he starts to..."

"... Bitch!"

"Take off and then we dance, you know... Naked, and I grab a hold of his cock and he holds my breasts. We go in the creek and slowly..."

"... STOP ..."

"... Fuck hard ..."

My words don't resonate with her as she instantly tries to shoot her body up. She can't hear me anymore, yet her ears won't block my words. I hold her down onto the ground, as I enjoy her enduring this pain. I slowly start to show her my sinister smile and laugh. I slide the blade around her chest.

"Are you going to tell him now to come?"

She doesn't talk, her mouth keeps shut. I need voices, not silence. I think of something quick to get her vocal cords active.

"Do you wanna see Todd dead?" I ask, knowing how to break a mother's soft spot

"Bitch."

"I'm sorry, can ya speak up!? I didn't hear you?" I say again in fury. I desire her anger and I desire to make her endure this horrid pain.

"Bitch!"

"Who are you to say that to me? Hasn't your mama taught you any manners?"

I slam her head on the ground yet again making her slam a scream at my face.

"I'll do it... Give me the phone," At last, I've made her my submissive, she falls victim to me.

***

Her long thin fingers grab the phone with her eyes piercing at mine. I nod at her making a signal for her to dial the number. Each button she presses feels as if she's pressing my nerves. It feels as if I'm in a dream.

"Hey, Drake. Come home right now. Please, it's urgent! She says on the phone. I can't hear anything; I can't even read her thoughts. The short pause then rises when Drake probably speaks to her. The short pause builds up my nerve, drowning me in fear.

"Why? Todd feels sick! Come right now!"

I watch in anticipation, but I tell myself to be cool.

"All right baby, bye."

She hangs up. There's a pause for a moment and the awkwardness dreads the two of us.

"Is she going to attack me? I need to be prepared for anything now." Our eyes meet, hers in anger and mine in vengeance.

"Want some cake?" She asks with her sickly housewife face. I look at her in disgust, she thinks that cake will distract me? Is she that stupid? I

"Nice way to stop the awkwardness, no thank you."

She laughs and looks at me, again.

"Why? You think I put something in the cake Ripply?"

"... No, I just don't want cake, Jesus Ch..."

"... Christ, yes! So, what do you wanna do?"

"Well as soon as Drake gets here... I have business to do. Between him and I."

She smirks at me.

"And what if I tell the cops or I don't know... everybody?"

"I can kill you right now, I'm not scared to. If you do, Todd meets the end of my knife."

"Don't you dar..."

"... Shhhhh! I will if you open her big hole. You understand you son of a bitch?"

She doesn't say anything. I know she's in shock, but she stays strong not wanting to show the fact that she is weak. The two of us meet on the couch, and she flips the TV Remote. The TV opens and she ignores me. Her mind pushes me out of her.

After each minute passes, we look at each other. We're both prepared with weapons, we all want our knives to be stuck in each other.