doublevision.
part 20 //
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My head was pounding, and all I could think about was what
my mom said to me. What could she possibly mean by that? That
Ashley was the only one with problems?
The pounding in my head
got worse. I felt like curling up in my own bed, not
Ashley's, and start crying. And never leave my room again.
But I knew I couldn't. Not with this police officer staring
at me. I was just sitting there, hands on my lap, and staring at
the wall into nothingness. Images flashed before my
eyes.
Me stabbing the knife
through my sister's innocent back. Me not caring that I just
killed my own blood. I remembered the feeling of her limp body in
my hands before throwing her in the hole that I'd dug.
"Or what,
you'll murder me?" Just kept playing in my head. She
said it so sarcastically. At the time, I'd only been annoyed
by what she said. But now, I'm beginning to be haunted by the
sentence.
I stared down at
the orange suit I'd been put in. Never in all of my years of
living have I ever thought I'd be wearing one of these ugly
things. I looked around at my jail cell. It seemed like it
was just like the ones in the movies. I was by myself in the cold
and smelly little room. There was one bed attached to the steel
wall, not even touching the ground. Just like a metal thing
hanging out of the wall. It had a somewhat comfortable looking
matress
with a thin pillow. There was a sink and a little stall with a
flushable toilet. Sure, I'd seen them in the
movies. But movies always exaggerated things like that. I
wasn't expecting a royal room or anything, but I also
wasn't expecting this.
I sat down on the
bed. Why did I do that? Why did I kill my own sister? I thought
back to what she'd done to me.
She really
hadn't done anything to me. I'd just stabbed her to live
her life. And turns out, it wasn't even that great. It was
actually like a living hell.
"I'd do
anything to take it all back." I whispered. I leaned over so
that I was laying on the bed. I watched what was happening on the
other side of the bars. Nothing, really. There was one person
across from me doing the same thing I was. Laying there, probably
thinking about what they'd done. I closed my eyes and
thought.
'I'm a
monster' was the first thing that went through my mind. It
wasn't a lie, really. It was the truth.
The second thing
that entered it was 'I miss you.' I wasn't sure who
it could have been directed to.
I came to one
conclusion after thinking about it long and hard.
It was
Ashley.
"Cassandra,
you have a visitor." The police officer rudely woke me up.
But I was thankful, because I was having a terrible nightmare. I
woke up with my hair sticking to my face with sweat.
"Who is
it?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I felt like
closing them again. They did close at one point.
"Hey,
Cass." I stared back at Danny, with my eyes wide open.