WHEN YOU HAVE AN INDENTICAL TWIN, you have a real existing reflection. When you're in depression you can't control your feelings, as they control you.

To those whom eyes catch me, they instantly assume I'm Anna. Anger flew into me, but I must say I do find enjoyment in pretending to be a person whose superior to me. There is no challenge in being someone you're not, at least not for me.

The level of difficulty of faking an ID was very low.

I felt as if God hated me because a drop of water fell from the sky. It landed right on my head, then another on my brand-new Chanel boots. Keeping a large sum of cash tucked into your cheap jeans' pocket is difficult. I found myself drifting into the local mall, and my eyes becoming captivated by the sight. Even at a young age, the desire of expensive clothing was there. It was tempting, and I simply couldn't resist.

The moment it began to rain, I checked myself into a hotel. I made sure to put his jacket back on, then I stabbed his corpse.

I’m insane! I had to, in order for police to believe he was overkilled. If he was overkilled, the person who killed him had to have known him.

The moment when my body took a few steps in the hotel, all eyes flickered at me. At first, I didn't pay attention to it. Instead, I gazed at the beautiful decor surrounding me.

A large crystal chandelier that made the room brighter. Walls were engraved with beautiful scenery and were a nice light blue. The carpeting of blood red matched the bright sofas and glass tables.

"Oh, my goodness your Anna Ripply!" My ears caught the horrendous sound of a young female. I twisted my hips around and I caught the sight of a bluffing teenager who is no more than sixteen. Her eyes glowed, probably because of her constant shaking.

"Um, yeah, and?" I said. I didn't have any desire to be recognized, as it would only cause trouble. The teenager was staring at me. I thought she was hypnotized rather than, she was a big fan. She suddenly exploded.

"Oh my god I am your biggest fan!" She said. I instantly began to smile. Was Anna famous? This teenager wouldn't be Anna's fan just for 'escaping a murder'.

"That's so sweet," I said, returning her blushing smile. Her hands and her purse become one as she instantly stashes them in there. Still smiling at me with a distressed looking smile, she pulls out the object she was looking for. A novel, along with a pen pulled out of the purse.

"Will, you please... Sign my book!?" At first, I thought she made a mistake. But when I read the words: Anna Ripply, New York Times Bestselling Author, on the cover, I nearly submerged into complete and utter shock. I smiled again, as sweats were forming a river.

I named that river, Ohio, after the Ohio river... simply because that river is dirty, as were my sweats. I turned it around and I saw a picture of Anna holding my portrait crying. I fucking hated Anna more at that point. I didn't even know if that was possible.

"... So, can you sign it?" She asks again.

"Oh, sweetie I'm not really liking the publicity and all..." Before I could finish she bursts at me again.

"... Really? Because you said on TV that you enjoy..."

"... Of course, I said that! So...(God help me out on a lie!)... They would stop getting in my personal life," her eyes were burning. Her jaw dropped onto the floor. For 8 seconds, exactly I grabbed my keys and tried to move away. She then came back at me, as if she was hungry for more. I was so stressed out, I couldn't even think straight.

"That makes sense, I guess. But I have a huge question, how do you feel about Samantha escaping?" She asked. She broke my nerves and that crack inside of me. Grunting for a moment, I turned around and goggled at her for a moment. Smiling humbly, I grabbed the novel from her tightly.

"Yes... So, you are going to..." I threw the book on the ground. It was so good to release my emotions... She left in tears; I knew that I broke her heart. I did feel bad but I want to do what I think is best for myself. The teen reminded me a lot of Sabrina as she wouldn't keep her mouth shut.

***

The early morning hours aren't pleasant, to say the least. After releasing a few yawns into the world, and stretching my thin arms, I manage to open my eyes. The bright sun manages to fight the curtains and enter my room. It shines on my face, giving me a tight and little grin on my face.

"What time is it?" I ask myself as if I were drunk. My eyes flutter to the electric clock next to me, and I notice that It's 10 in the morning. At a young age, I often woke up much later. At first, it was peculiar, my eyes would open very early in the morning.

But when I found myself crying from all of the torture I'd receive, things changed quickly. Instead, I'd crave more sleep. I assume it's because my body would lose energy after a good beating, and hence I needed more sleep.

Boredom hits me almost instantly, causing me to believe that TV would be a perfect solution. Grabbing the TV remote, I open the TV and the thought of Drake appears into my head.

Did Sabrina call the police, and report the crime?

Curiosity sadly gets the best of me, since I put the News channel on.

"... A shocking story that will tear your hearts...."

Unlikely.

"... At five-thirty yesterday, Sabrina Storris, Wife and mother, contacted police and reported her husband missing..."

Good job for not telling anyone Sabrina.

"I just knew something was wrong. I was at my mother's house and when he wouldn't answer, my heart sank, says Mrs. Storris,"

You're a pretty good actress Sabrina.

"When police were called in, they noticed the house had been ransacked and brought in highly trained dogs. The dogs instantly led them to the boathouse where the door leading to the Elverstood Creek was found open,"

Damn it! I should've shut the door.

"Divers were brought in and they found the body of Drake Storris. Mr. Storris was found tied to chair and had burns on his face. Homicide investigators have been brought...”

You’re damn right lady!

"... No suspects have shown up. Police, however, have one person in Interest."

Me.

"... Samantha Ripply..."

Knew it.

"... Samantha Ripply is the sister of popular author Anna Ripply. Anna has detailed in her novel how Samantha used to abuse her and how her father abused her..."

Should be another way around!

"... Samantha filmed herself killing her father and threatening Anna to take the blame..."

It wasn't true. Anna filmed herself and threatened me. She, however, claimed I made the video and it was she who was being threatened. But, I must say that Fred deserved it.

"... She was even daddy's little girl, he should be very proud of her now,"

I shut the television, in a fit of anger! How dare those motherfuckers say those wretched lies?! I then calm myself down and accuse myself of being the source of the problem. Everyone now knows. Maybe Anna will find out I'm pretending to be her. Paranoia is no stranger to me.

When it sees that tiny little crack in me, it goes after it. I feel attacked and murdered by it.

Why can’t I do anything right?!

My heart races, even more, the sudden ringing of the phone blasts my ears. Lord, I feel as if it will beat right out of my chest. I then remind myself it's nothing, and I finally manage to calm down. My hand gets a hold of the phone and I answer.

"Hello?" I say nervously into the phone.

"Yes, Ms. Ripply there is a woman here, she says she is Sabrina Storris, should I send her up?" The manager asks.

"Should I kill her right now? No that would be way too risky," I tell myself.

"Sabrina Storris huh-" I think for a moment. All of my actions at this point might break me. I decide to go with my instinct, as it has never let me down.

"Yes, send her up please."

I hang up.

"What am I going to do?" I ask myself again. Hundreds, if not thousands of thoughts, tumble and run across my mind. Pain assaults my mind, making this a complete nightmare. Five minutes pass and a knock at the door catches my ear. I quickly dash to the door. This is it... The moment of truth. I slowly open it and Sabrina enters the room with a bright smile on her plastic face.

"I didn't even say come in." I tell her furiously.

"I don't need your permission," she says in a low voice. I know this will be quite an interesting conversation.

"What? Are you sad about Drake?"

"Well..."

"... If yes you should have told the cops, hon."

"Shut up and listen already." I see the colour of red on her face. I also notice her movement and her voice structure, it seems as if she desires to be dominant.

"I'm reflecting you, think of me as your own personal mirror," I tell her.

"Sorry, I'm not ugly! So, I have a proposal." She says out loud and she still keeps that horrid smile on her face.

"I'm not lesbian," I say to her. Although my words are offensive, I tell myself that it's worth it to see Sabrina crumble into pure and simple madness.

"Listen up. You have two options. You become a personal servant of mine-" I cut her words off.

"No that sounds too medieval, sweetheart." I roar at her out loud. She sighs but then gazes at me for a moment.

"How about a personal assistant 24/7, or I tell the cops and the world about Drake and don't forget your fake ID." She says. Her voice seems as if it belongs to the Devil. I honestly think she's trying to be a dominant or the queen. It feels like we're playing a game of chess, and the only way to win is by strategy.

Stalker, how does she know about the ID?

"What if I kill you right now?" I get up from the bed, almost growling at Sabrina. In an effort to take over the situation, I try to make my eyes scare her, but it seems as if they have no effect on her.

"Really? Everyone knows I'm in this room. Put the puzzle pieces yourself Ripply."

"You make a good point. If Anna finds out about this... She'll kill you."

"How will she? If you tell her you will be found and sent to prison. You will also be charged."

The knights and warriors just blocked the king. It's so complicated, I hate chess.

"I have two conditions... My name is Anna Ripply, and I want to live at your house."

"Deal baby, but also you are going to be mine," she says so softly. Her voice changes, into that familiar sexual voice. I instantly know what she wants from me... And that's me.

"Sabrina, listen when I say this. I don't know what the hell you're doing, nor do I want to be a part of your game. I'm not sleeping with you, and don't think for any moment that I will,"

She stares at me for a moment, seemingly unimpressed with my speech.

"I don't care about what you want Ms. Ripply. You're mine, and I highly would recommend not becoming my enemy," she blurts out with those disgusting lips.

"I don't care, I'm not touching you, Sabrina. I'd rather be locked in prison,"

"You know you want me. Stop pretending and let go," before I can even react she touches my breast. My reaction is to let go, immediately from the foul monster. Before I can, I glance at her eyes. She's so still and calm. Her lips are puckered up, simply burning in seduction.

"You know you want me, Ms. Ripply," she whispers yet again. "Just this once. I'll touch you once every two weeks if that's what you'd like?" I smile and roll my head around. I need her in my body, and I need those lips.

"You shall find great joy when you submit to me," she whispers yet again.

"You convinced me, where do you want me to fuck you?" I ask, in an effort to get her to stop seducing me, but also to bring laughter into the atmosphere. We both share a bright smile, but behind my smile is murder. In a matter of days, after I've seduced her, I'll murder the whore while I fuck her.

"The bathroom, honey," she follows me to the bathroom. The bathroom is large, with only white décor and a black rug in the middle. As our eyes connect the moment when I strip off my clothes. The cold air touches my breasts, causing goosebumps to race down my body.

Licking her finger, she touches my nipple and points at the floor. I obey the young female and lie on the ground. The cold surface greets me well, as I stretch my body. I intentionally cover my eyes with my hair, I can't stand to see Sabrina.

I hear her belt touch the floor and the movement of her pants. The metal clicks and clacks onto the floor covering the noise of Sabrina’s footsteps. I mentally picture her nude, and those sour eyes puncturing over me. The sound of footsteps come close, too close actually... behind me to be exact.

Bang!

My ass shifted quickly as red pain scorched beneath me. I gasp for air and stretch my body. The spank was unexpected but lord, I needed it.

“Uh, right there!” Sabrina moans hard, probably touching herself. I am quick to prepare myself for another spank...

Bang!

Fuck! That hurt so much.

“Enough!!!” I release a moan with elements of a shriek from my mouth. The footsteps return and much closer than before. After keeping my eyes shut, I finally open them to find Sabrina in front of me.

"Suck me, girl," she says. Instantly I bury my face into the middle of her thighs and feel the wet fleshiness of her pussy. I grasp her legs with my arms as my tongue flickers at the flesh. My eyes remain closed, I simply cannot imagine or picture myself like this. I then push my tongue deeper and deeper, way beyond my own ability.

I get a good grip and enjoy her taste. I become greedy and decide to nibble her. I never knew I could fuck a person this hard and this fast with my tongue. I slide it in and out of my mouth, and I finally get a peek out of her. Her vagina is completely swollen and wet, the way I like it.

"Harder and faster, make me come," her request is met quickly. I become aggressive and almost rip her vagina. The soft and hard texture makes me push her to the edge.

"I'm coming!" She yells loudly.

***

Checking out of the hotel was painful. I spent only one evening there, and I still wanted to spend another evening there. After Sabrina had come, we quickly left the hotel. I followed her across a few streets into a quiet road. Plenty of trees surrounded us on the empty road.

"We're going to my other house," she said. "Drake wanted to sell it but, the fucker can't do anything, now can he?" She laughed at her own jokes. Apparently, they had his funeral a few hours ago, and only Sabrina and few relatives were invited.

He had nobody.

The view of a large house came in the horizon. It resembled a mansion almost. The rooftop was dark brown, but everything else was completely red. Freshly cut grass across the front yard, and plenty of plants.

However, there are no cars outside, I imagine that the whole house is empty. No whispers and no shadows are dashing through the hallways. Her house is incredibly large. It has three floors, and all of them have a least six rooms each. A large chandelier-graced the house right when you enter. You directly see two grand staircases that invite you to go upstairs.

The floors are all hardwood with the expectation of a few marble floors.

***

I'm not happy living with this woman but, I remind myself to look at the positive aspects of this situation. I won't allow the darkness to engulf me. I grab the broom and start to sweep the hallways. Perhaps this broom can be my distraction. I'm thinking about slaughtering Sabrina from head to stomach with this goddamn broom.

I thrust the dust along the way as I enter different rooms. My eyes catch everything but I don't see one thing, a picture of her husband.

"Sabrina!" My voice explodes out to the room. It echoes along the walls but, I hear no response.

"Sabrina! Come here!" I yell yet again. In seconds, she enters the room and flaws me with her expensive appearance. Her lips are puckered with pink lipstick which, shines on her lips. Her foundation has multiple shades and it is covered in blush. The bitch never knew how to use makeup.

"What?" She heavily asks. Her voice damages me, I cannot stand to even stay with this coward of a woman.

"Where are Drake's pictures?" I ask. I cock my eyebrow as I stare at this woman. I dislike her tone of a response. It seems as if she's suppressing her emotions.

"I'm too depressed, even fucked up in a way. And they're in the basement." She says with her new tone of voice, which belongs to a bitch.

"Yeah and, why are you dressed? You going out?"

"My cousin is coming Sam! He just moved here and I need to go shopping to buy food and shit like that," her voice is not that of a truth but it belongs to a dirty lie. I shake my head in disbelief as I won't allow myself to stoop to such a mediocre level of intelligence.

"A mother with an attitude, how sweet," I reply as I grab my broom. My eyes then return to her and so does my anger.

"Watch my baby," She roars at me. Before my mouth can release any words, she leaves the room, allowing me to give her my middle finger. As I hear the door slam, I force myself to hunch down to the basement. The door creaks open and unleashes the darkness. My eyes prowled the dark as it catches a glimpse of a portrait. It shines a picture of Drake.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to it.

***

Tears and screams belonging to a baby drown my ears.

I grab Todd and drop him on my lap. I had found a channel that showed classic movies, and luckily, it was showing one of my favourite Hitchcock films, The Birds. I had settled down on the couch with some tiny cakes and a soda I got for myself.

The cakes were delicious. Sabrina mentioned before they were madeleines, and she'd made them yesterday. I couldn't remember ever having them in my life, and I sighed contentedly as I bit into the buttery goodness. I could definitely get used to this.

"Aww, Baby Todd don't cry. I'm never going to have kids, cause in this world everything leads to goddamn disaster.... But at least I have you." I tickle him causing him to give me a bright and cheerful smile. After a few minutes, I take Todd to his bed and go back to my spot on the comfy couch. As time passes my eyes close themselves, having no strength left.

My ear, however, catches the sound of the door opening. I think that it's Sabrina but I see the figure of Nathan Milliener. I blush at him as he takes his jacket off, and tosses it on the chair beside the couch. Our eyes stay connected as he draws close to me. I feel lucky when his lips come in slow contact with mine.

"Nathan, oh lord." I barely manage to say as his tongue keeps attacking mine.

"Anna! Anna!" He cries out. I try to ignore it as I enjoy the slurping caused by his tongue and the rough moist texture of it.

"Anna!" I desire for him to stop but then I stop myself. How can his tongue be in my mouth while words come out of him?... Wait, is he breaking in?!

My eyes then open themselves truly and they catch Nathan sitting in the chair next to me.

I release a bloody scream!

"It's me! Anna!" He yells at me trying to calm my nerves down.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I yell at him again as I nudge myself to the corner of the couch.

"Sabrina, she invited me here! I'm her cousin."