The beautifully sparkling sunshine was sneaking through the window aiming at his face – he was fast asleep. In this moment as the sun finally reached him, his body twitched and he jumped out of the bed in a sudden movement. The sunlight glanced back from the shining sweat drops on his face, his heart was racing, struggling to breathe. In addition to this unpleasant waking up that horrible nightmare was weighing on his mind as well, which only a few minutes ago he believed was the reality. He took a deep breath and started walking towards the bathroom.
First he targeted the mirror to get his morning confidence boost, as he thought there was no other man who’s features would be as perfect as his. His short cut, light brown hair breathtakingly highlighted his dazzling green eyes, and his full lips made him look extremely masculine with his square jaw line. With half a smile on his face he turned to the mirror and saw his distorted face covered in blood. Every nerve in his body was screaming out the thought that he had no recollection of what had happened to him. As his shocked face became pale the dried blood almost looked fluorescent. He tried to remember the previous night. The girl arrived around 8pm. After dinner they were about to put a movie on; until that point he remembered everything clearly. And then someone was at the door and rang the bell. He walked towards the door…
- Oh my God! – he screamed as the memories came back. He started running to the kitchen hoping that what he just remembered was impossible to be true. But it seemed that he couldn’t trick destiny’s cruel games. The knife covered in blood was lying on the table next to the girl’s murdered body. He felt he was going to break down from his desperation and as his muscles went numb he fell onto his knees.
- I can’t believe this. What have I done…. – he whispered, his voice quavering from crying. After a few moments of his break down he forced himself to think the events through logically. Dinner, movie… so far it was clear. Then the bell that changed everything and on the other side of the door was his fuming twin. He could barely understand his uninvited visitor’s furious words but as the sentences reached his mind he flew into a rage as well.
He pulled out he kitchen drawer without thinking and picked up the biggest knife. Like an insane person he rushed to the girl, his hands gripping the knife. He could feel his anger driven heart beat in his eardrums, everything else seemed to be silent around him. The begging, the apologies, the items falling down from the shelf, the screams coming from two directions, the gun being fired – all this was silent to him. After 10 minutes of this drama he suddenly felt frozen and took this chance to look around. On the kitchen table: his stabbed twin sister, in her hand the murder weapon – his sister’s blood was dripping off the gun as she was still gripping it unable to let go. On the carpet in the hall: his girlfriend, shot dead.
Playing this horrifying flashback in his mind was suddenly interrupted by a sharp sound. The bell. Someone rang the bell again. He was scared to open the door. He took all his courage and peeled himself off the floor; everything he just remembered from last night was all around him again. He walked towards the door and slowly placed his hand on the handle hesitating for a moment if he should push it. Then unconsciously his hand put pressure on the handle, his mind deciding to open the door.
In this moment as the sun finally reached him, his body twitched and he jumped out of the bed in a sudden movement. The sunlight glanced back from the shining sweat drops on his face, his heart was racing, struggling to breathe. In addition to this unpleasant waking up that horrible nightmare was weighing on his mind as well, which only a few minutes ago he believed was the reality. He took a deep breath and started walking towards the bathroom.
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