A suicide. A suicide leaving 17 year old author-in-training Ariel Cruise without her twin sister. A suicide which changes the course of Ariel's life forever.
But the hallucinations are driving her nuts and they don't seem to be going anywhere.
Is Ariel going crazy or can her frends save her from the consequences of her own mind?
They say that twins have a special connection that normal people don’t have. But then, they also say that paper beats rock. I mean, have you ever thrown a rock at a piece of paper and it magically rebounds? No. That’s what I thought.
But a twin’s connection goes deeper than that. It’s a connection of the soul. Sometimes, when Ali had fallen over and grazed her knee, and I was on the other side of the playground, I felt it. Then, one time when I was with mum and Ali was away with dad, I was hospitalized with the flu and when Ali came back to see me, she said she knew something was wrong, and she felt a sharp pain in her left arm, right where the needle was jabbed into mine.
We were connected. And I liked that. Despite some people saying that being a twin was horrible. Me and my twin…. We loved it.
One day, I was walking home from a friend’s house, and I doubled over in pain. I knew that nothing was wrong with me; I knew it wasn’t me that was hurt. As soon as it came, it went. I straightened up and thought it through- something was wrong with my sister. I hadn’t talked to her all day.
I came home and ran to our bedroom. I opened the door slowly and as it did, there was nothing that could have prepared me for the sight that I saw. I fell to the floor. I screamed over and over, screaming so that the whole block could hear me. I was told that old Mrs Eirn had graced us with her presence and so did the weirdos down the road. I didn’t notice. But it’s hard to notice stuff like that when you’re on the ground sobbing so hard that your ears block and your nose runs a river on the floor.
It’s especially hard to notice when your twin is hanging limply from a ceiling fan.