Elise turned the key carefully, not wanting to make a sound and wake Kyle. But it just wouldnt go as planned. It generated an obnoxious click sound.
Kyle wasnt sleeping anyways. He was still in the living room watching TV without lights.
I thought you were in bed.
The teenage boy turned his head slightly to look at his mom, and then back to the TV.
Elise sat down beside him. So how was school?
Nothing special. Kyle replied emotionlessly, eyes still fixed upon the TV screen.
Elise looked at her son with sad eyes. He officially turns 15 a few days later: a cursed number. He is looking more and more handsome with age: he had her elegance in his facial features, but he is not so pretty that he will catch attention in a crowd, an asset heritage of his father.
The thought of Kyles father was like an electric current that stimulated some memories Elise had kept in some dark and damp corner inside her head; they couldnt wait to be reviewed.
When the twins were little they lived in a poetic small town surrounded by forests. When they were fifteen Elise conceived Kyle. Despite the fact that the guy didnt know what he was doing, she got raped. That night she didnt go home and spent the night in a vortex of shock and shame. She was blaming everything on that guy, but that was before the truth struck her.
At first she didnt want to believe it but it became pretty clear when her twin sister stepped into her shoes and pretended to be her after it happened: Katherine acted like her around the house; she even improved her marks hugely at school, however she did it; and lastly, Elise guessed it was Ks ultimate goal, she stole her boyfriend. Of course, before all that she spread the news widely that her sister had not been home for one whole night, that she knew she was at Ryans house since after school but didnt know the rest. And what a stupid guy that Ryan was. He apologized in the cafeteria in front of the whole school about what happened and he was willing to take responsibility.
Nearly everyone was fooled: because how hard could it be to pretend to be a person you had spent your whole life with and most importantly, looked the same as. And for the ones that still refused to believe, their suspicion was quickly eclipsed by the defeated Elises own actions: she intentionally failed all her subjects, yelled at her parents just like K used to and hung out with Ks drug dealer friends. Of course the tears she shed at that time were lots, and she had thought about revenge, but she didnt hold that determination for long.
She thought Ryan was stupid, but one day he said to her, Jeez, youre not Kathy! It never mattered to Elise how he found out. She was so thrilled that she hugged that guy. From there they planned Elises revival.
An evil person could hide her claws pretty easily, but even two ordinary people working together couldnt bring on theirs fully. Their plan was soon discovered by Kathy, who was back then still thought to be Elise.
The false Elise one day told Ryan to meet her up on the cliff on the other side of the town. And Ryan never came back. She told the real Elise that Ryan was dead; she pushed him off the cliff. And a few days later Ryans body was discovered at the bottom of one of the mountains surrounding the town. He was believed to have slipped.
After that? Elise ran away, with a developing fetus in her womb. She knew if she stayed the next one to be found to have slipped is her. The fact that her own duplicate is a cold-hearted murderer didnt shake her as violently as she expected. She arrived in this very town and told everyone she was eighteen. At first she lived at a shelter place for single moms. And as soon as she gave birth to Kyle she went to find a well-paid job, which is, in her case, a stripper in a wealthy gentlemens club.
Mom, Im going to bed. Kyle said now.
Me too. Ill turn off the TV. Elise felt tears swelled up before her glittering brown irises.
Outside, the city of filth and sin was still dancing to its cursed tune. But one thing it will slowly hone its citizens to have the ability to be not touched or moved by anything.


The next day Elise had a night off. The plan was to dine out with Kyle. At seven thirty exactly, when the two were ready to set off, the doorbell that in Elises memory she had never heard ring before tore through the harmonious atmosphere.
The particles in the air reacted with the sound of the bell rapidly: within one second one could detect danger lingering about.
Stay in your room, dont come out no matter what you hear! Elise ordered her son urgently.
After Kyle disappeared down the hallway, Elise moved over to the peephole. A woman in a huge black hat that obscured half of her face stood peacefully in front of the door. A pair of glossy black lips shined in the dim light.
No matter what she was dressed in and what weird makeup she was wearing, Elise would never mistake the face of the impostor that stole her life and the murderer that killed her sons father. There was no fear as Elise had expected. That instant she just felt like grabbing the fruit knife on the table nearby, dash forward and cut out that womans heart. She took the knife and hid it in her sleeve just in case. She opened the door.
Invisible sparkles exchanged between the two sisters. The one in black moved forward slowly. Elise turned abruptly and stepped back into the house. Katherine followed.
Close the door. Elise ordered coolly, You are here to kill me I guess.
Katherine took off her hat; her face was exactly the same as her sisters. She looked around the neat apartment and an impressed look came across her beautiful face.
Please, sister. How would you put me this way? Let go of the past. Kathy replied calmly.
Elise finally erupted. She picked up a porcelain vase from the shelf and launched it at her sister. She didnt even know what to say. Wrath and hatred were like venom. It quickly took over her sense.
Katherine avoided the attack gracefully. The white porcelain bloomed on the floor. s wrong with you? I came here to apologize for
Elise cut her off. Come remember the face of the slut that murdered your father!
Both of the women heard a doorknob turn and a frail figure slid into the living room. His black pupils shot directly at the gothic-looking woman.
This house is crazy! Katherine turned, attempting to reach for the door. But the teenage boy was half a second quicker. He stood at the doorway, blocking any possible passage and glared at the woman haltingly.
Step aside. Katherine was still calm. The boy kicked her left shin as hard as he could. Katherine buckled over with a cry.
Elise came back from her absence of the last few seconds and some thick rope was in her hands. The mother and son tied Katherines limbs up cooperatively.
What are you doing? Help! Katherine rarely started to panic.
Elise showed her sister the knife. K fell silent.
You know its such a funny thing to see your own self, I just realized. I could kind of understand what you feel back then, sister, especially when they took everything from you. Elise circled her sister with the knife held out.
So tell me, what happened after I left?
Katherine swallowed. She was still trying to appear calm. No one noticed a thing for the following few years. After I married Aaron, we went to another town. Aaron did some business and we got rich and thats basically it. She dare not meet Elises gaze. Kyle stood beside her mom and aunt; a profound look was on his expressionless face.
Why did you come and how did you know Im here? Elise kept digging for answers.
Jesus youre famous. K put on an impatient look.

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