My creative writing fiction focus draft

I wrote this for a school project. I did not use a prompt or image.

          Why won’t she notice me? Why can’t she hear me? I am her and she is me. I reach forwards to her and she reaches out to me. Like twins, we dance our movements always the same. But we're not. I’m her darker half. I’m the darkness flowing through her veins and seeping into her mind. 

          I watch through our eyes as we sit on our bed and take out our phone. I glance at the 0 notifications we have, at the 0 texts. I feel her sadness and boredom course through me.

          Oh, come on you don’t need those losers. 

          Our head tilts and our eyes roll. She tells herself to stop being a jerk. She doesn’t realize that thought wasn’t hers. I sigh exasperated stuck tightly behind her subconscious. Why do I barely get to come out and play? If only she would get a little bit madder and then I could take over. 

          I could win them back. I could make them our friends again. 

          Our body sighs heavily as she becomes exasperated and frustrated with the thoughts rattling around. She tells me.. Well, I guess herself to shut up so she can concentrate. 

          She stands up and walks into the bathroom and looks into the mirror. OH, my favorite! A mirror! As soon as I am in view of the mirror, I feel my subconscious pulling from hers like a cheese stick pulling in half. Suddenly I am in the mirror looking back at her. Our hair is very blonde and our eyes are green. Our skin is pale and our frame is skinny. 

          She slouches forwards and turns on the water. I follow her movements to perfection while she watches me. But I watch with pity and impatience as she dunks her head into the sink and splashes water in her face. She’s such an idiot why won't she let me help her? Why won't she give in just a little? As she rises back up and wipes her face with a hand towel, I follow her movements again. She reaches out and touches the mirror and I do the same. As our fingers touch, I feel her. The cold flesh of her fingertips. The moist water still on her hands transfers to my fingertips in a way. She pulls from the mirror and I do too leaving water droplets sliding down the mirror. 

          If only she could understand that when she looks in the mirror it's not her it's me. I’m tired of not exciting of being some mean inner voice in our head. Of being ignored. I want to be in charge. I want to come out and play. 

          She walks out of the bathroom and I am drawn back into our body. A ding from our phone startles us and we look down. 

          A text from Amelia. 

          'Hey girl! So, I have the house all to myself tonight and I thought it would be fun to have a sleepover. I know you're mad at me and that you think I am mad at you. But let’s work it out. Promise me you’ll come tonight?' 

          Hmmm sounds fun. I watch as our hands shake because she is not sure what to type. 

          Come on you miss them. This will be the perfect way to win the back. Our hands type yes and then click send. 

          'Yes! Awesome! Love Ya! Starts at 9:00. Don’t be late!' 

          We smile and walk downstairs to where our mom sits, a computer on her lap. 

          “Hey, mom. So, Amelia is having a sleepover tonight and would really like to go. Can I?” She asks. Mom looks up at us. 

          “No boys?” She asks. 

          “No boys I swear.” She says. Mom nods. 

          “Alright. Make sure you pay attention to your phone. If I call, I want you to respond.” Mom says. 

          “Thanks, mom!” She says. 

          “What time is it at?” 

          “Amelia says at 9.” Mom looks at the clock which reads 8:14. 

          “Well get ready and I’ll take you over there when you're ready.” Excitement bubbles up within us as we run upstairs. Packing everything into a bag and grabbing her favorite pillow we get ready. When we are done it's 8:44 and mom is waiting at the door. By 8:59 we are standing in front of Amelia’s door and we nock. The door opens mere seconds after, and I see Amelia’s pale face a red curly hair. 

          “Nice right on time. Come on in.” We step inside and see all 5 of the other girls. Carol, Stephanie, Darleen, Maree, and Selene. 

          “Hey, guys.” We say as we sit down in-between Maree and Selene. 

          “I am so excited for this!” Carol sings making her giggle. I don’t I scoff internally at her. But no one knows that. They only see her laugh. 

          “Wow, you think sleepover didn’t happen often.” She says sarcastically. Carol rolls her eyes. 

          “Not just that it’s a sleepover. I am excited about the game.” Carol says. 

          “What game?” We ask. Her with fear and me with interest. 

          “Omg didn’t Amelia tell you. She found this old book that belonged to her great grandmother. It is totally weird. It got like total witch things. And as we were going through it we found this totally crazy ritual to summon a daemon. Can you believe that a daemon? Anyways Amelia’s totally crazy and wants to try. We even went to one of the creepy goth shops and got all the ingredients.” Selene says super excitedly. I feel are face scrunch with confusion and fear. 

          “Ya, I am totally not doing that.” She says moving our arm to reach for our phone. 

          Aww, come on. That sounded like a blast. Amelia grabs it from us and dangles it before placing it in her pocket. 

          “No way am I letting you bug out on us. Come on it's going to be fun.” She says. I feel our stomach knot with uneasiness as Amelia exits the room to get the stuff.

~~~

          We look down at the blackboard and weird stuff that we don’t even know. 

          “I really don’t think this is a good idea.” She says. Amelia rolls her eyes. 

          “Suck it up. Okay everyone join your hands.” Amelia says. We reach for Maree and Selene’s hands. Their hands are actually pretty hot compared to hers. It is very weird. Maybe its because we are in one body that I can’t feel her correctly.

~~~

          “Did it work?” Carol asks obviously shaken. We glance at the burnt-out candles. No sounds happen and we all sit in silence. 

          “See told you it wasn’t real. My grandma must have been on drugs or something. Let’s get into bed ladies its nearly ten.” Amelia says. Our breath slows and our heart slows. We lay down on our pillow and close our eyes.

~~~

          We jerk upright as load bangs sound. Amelia screams as a vase falls of the shelf and nearly hits her in the face following the loud banging. 

          “What’s happening.” she shrieks. Move we need to move I think trying to move us. It doesn’t work and we stay stuck to the ground. 

          Why are you always freezing you, idiot? I scream into our head. We move over near the couch where we aren’t under anything. Erie and cold laughing resonates around the walls. We shiver as cold bitter air stings our arms. 

           “Who’s there?” Maree shouts. I groan. 

           Really the most cliché horror line ever. I catch a glimpse out of the corner of our eyes. A black shadow moves slowly into the room. 

          To your left. Our head turns and a scream escapes our lips. All the other girls look over as the shadow strolls confidently forwards. We watch him come out of the shadow and sit down on the couch. 

          “Hello, ladies! So nice of you to invite me.” He says grinning. His pale lips turned upwards in a frightening smile. His eyes are a deep black and so is his snarly unkept hair. He wears a black cloak around himself that swishes back and forth despite the lack of wind. Selene screams loudly making me wince. He shifts his gaze quickly and Selene falls backward. Dead or unconscious I am not totally sure. 

          “Wow. Annoying.” He says in a mocking teenage girl voice. He focuses is attention on Amelia seeing her scramble to the other side of the couch. 

          “Aww, there’s the little witch. Thanks so much for freeing me darling it’s been very dreary in there.” 

          “Are you going to kill me.” Amelia squeaks out petrified. He crosses his arms seriously contemplating it. 

          “Well you grandmother did trap me, but you did free me. Even if it was accidental. I say we call it even.” He says smiling charmingly showing his surprisingly white normal teeth. 

          “Now since the rest of you did help and I am a charming, generous, and fair guy I’ll give you each something.” He says staring first at Maree. “No superpowers, immortality, or such things though.” He says winking. Maree looks like she might be sick. 

          “I want Mark to love me.” She says quietly. We both turn in shock at her. Mark, she loves Mark? I roll my eyes at her thought. 

          Well I was thinking more along the lines of she shouldn't be too quick to make deals with a demon but I guess that works too. The demon looks bored and disappointed. 

          “Really so typical. Whatever.” He says. He focuses on everyone except for Amelia and they each state what they want. Finally, he focuses on us. Our mouth opens and I sadly know what she is going to ask for. I sigh and wait for it. 

          “I want my parents…” Suddenly the daemons eyes focus intently into our eyes and I swear he sees me. A burning hot feeling fills our head. 

          “Wait a minute.” He says interrupting her. He smiles. “Now this is definitely interesting.” 

          “What,” She asks now uncomfortable with the intensity of his gaze. 

          “Tell me something. Did you absorb your twin in the womb?” Confusion spreads through us both. 

          “What?” She asks. He sighs. 

          “Ugg humans. I think it’s a simple question really. Did you absorb your twin?” She freezes our body unmoving. 

          “No, I didn’t have a twin.” She says. He smiles and rubs his hands together eagerly. 

          “OH, this is fun. Definitely one of the best parties I’ve had the pleasure of attending. You most certainly do have a twin. She’s in there now. In the back of your head. Two souls trapped in one body. You know its usually the dark ones that absorb the light ones. I guess you must have been lucky or something.” He hops off the couch to stand in front of us. I let it sink in. Twins? 

          “Don’t worry darling I’ll get you out in a jiffy.” He says obviously talking to me. Talking to me. There is a sentence I never thought I would think. He reaches for us and she tries to move to stop him but is too slow. As soon as he touches our forehead a searing pain rushes through our head and our body. Our body convulses and doubles over. We stay like that our body on fire for what seems like 5 minutes. Suddenly the pain stops, and I open my eyes. I look up at the demon and realize that I’m on the other side of him. 

          How did I get here? I stare at his black cloak confused. He steps away quickly revealing her. My twin. I stare at her face. The face I have only ever seen in the mirror. Intense confusion disorientates me. I look down at my hands. I have a hand! I laugh and as I do, I can hear it. I clench my fist. My own fist. The demon chuckles gleefully with me and my twin stares at me in shock. 

          “Oh, I just love twins. Though of course, the dark ones are my favorite.” He says winking at me. I smile. 

          “Dark?” My twin asks. 

          “Oh, yea. Everyone knows that one twin is dark, and one is light. And twins with strong ties to the supernatural world such as yourselves even have opposing powers. You just haven’t noticed it because having you both in one body was canceling them both out. Now that you're separated you should have them now.” He says. He might as well have been hopping up and down. 

          “Wow! This is going to be fun.” I say. I laugh at the sound of my own voice and hop up fast. "

          "I'm going to have so much fun!" I squeal with delight dancing around the demon. My twin jumps backward freaked out. 

          “Aww don’t worry sis. I won’t hurt you. I am you and you are me.” I say winking. Her face lights up in shock as she hears the thought, the thought I have said in our head so many times but with my own voice.