19 April 2012
The stairs creeks beneath my feet. My heart is beating even faster now. I'm scared, but I don't know why. Maybe I'm afraid that the truth is not what I'm hoping for.
I open the door to the attic. I'm shocked, the smell, it's overwhelming. I know this place. I have been here many times before. I find everything up here interesting. But what really catches my interest is a small wooden box with small, beautiful patterns on it.
I blow the dust off and open it then. In the box there is a photo album. As I carefully lift it up a lonely paper falls out and singles slowly to the wooden floor. I pick it up and start reading it. It's a newspaper page from 1995. Now I understand. The headline is: "Newborn died in a tragic car crash". In the article I read: "On the night of Friday two people died in a car crash. A couple that just had twins that crashed into a tree. The father who drove the car died instantly. The daughter past away in the hospital on Saturday because of major injuries. The mother and son survived miraculously."
I'm the son. My mother said dad died in a car crash on the way home from work. She never told me I had a twin. With a lump in my stomach I walk out through the window and up on to the roof. I'm standing on the edge and I'm thinking: I have no one, no one in this life that cares about me. Farewell cruel world. I take a step forward and in one moment, one second all suffering is over.
I am woken by a bright light. White, everything is white. But not because it has snowed. I turn around. There she is, the girl in my dreams. My very own sister.
Save Me Part III • Opuss № I