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The Invisible Sister

September 22, 2009
By MaralieMidnight GOLD, Ottawa, Other
MaralieMidnight GOLD, Ottawa, Other
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Was I supposed to see anything? I looked at the woman holding the perfectly square card, it was beckoning my queue.

“Come on now, darling, what does this look like to you?” The therapist held up the card a bit closer now. I stared at her slightly pleading face, waiting for my answer.


My short legs kicked the table’s own steel ones. I looked up at the ceiling, trying hard to guess what this was supposed to be other than an inkblot. Then, I heard her.


“Say it’s a bunny.”


I turned to my left and saw Remy.


She was back again. She was leaning against the therapist’s desk. Ms. Liebermann, my therapist, was still awaiting my answer.


Remy rested her head on her crossed arms, swinging her right leg idly, making her pale green dress float around.


Remy smiled at me, “Tell her.” She turned and examined the therapist’s face, “She wants you to say it, go ahead!” Remy grabbed her hair and piled it on top of her head. Her dark brown curls fell over her face as she shook her head and quizzed, “Guess who?”


“Sophie, any answer works, you won’t be wrong,” Ms. Liebermann quietly said. She patted her blond hair; it was piled on top of her head much like Remy’s. I stifled a laugh as Ms. Liebermann gave me a curious look, “Sophie?”


I woke up, not in my therapist’s office but in my room. I glanced down at my hands, checking and even pinching myself. I have often convinced myself that I was actually insane and couldn’t wake up from my own nightmares.


Nightmares aren’t real Sophie.


I sighed and sat up in my bed, staring across my small room towards my dresser, in front of my bed. The face of a groggy seventeen year old reflected what I saw. It didn’t reflect how I felt now. I still felt like little Sophie in the big people’s chair in Ms. Liebermann’s office. I still feel like a little hopeless girl. I pushed my knees up against my chest and let out a shuddery breath. I didn’t want to feel this way. There wasn’t anything wrong with me; there isn’t anything wrong with me. Damn, I still can’t convince myself otherwise though.


“Quit having one of your episodes,” my voice sounded near me. I didn’t glance over my shoulder, but I did look back into my large mirror. She was right beside me, looking just the same as me, except her long loose curls were neat and flowed with a carefree spirit that was their own. Her eyes never had circles under them. Instead, those green gems shone brighter in the morning. She was smirking at me from the mirror in her usual up-to-no-good attitude.


“Rem,” I breathed. “I had another one.”


She frowned, “I know.” I took my eyes off the mirror and glanced at her. She was still here. She is always here. Remy is real. It’s always been like that. For as long I remembered. She was biting a nail when she said, “Stop remembering that scene. I hate that woman. She doesn’t want me here.”


I was wringing the corner of my bed sheet, “Yeah...” Then I said, “I—I can’t help remembering...” I sounded so scattered, so uncontained. I shut my eyes and tried wishing away the thoughts. If only I was the type of person that could forget these things.


Remy sat down on the corner of the bed, close to me. She wrapped an arm around me and rested her head by mine, “It’s okay to remember, trust me...” I felt her take in a breath, “It’s such a gift to know where the hell you came from.”
Remy gave a laugh, then after a moment she rubbed my back.


I knew she didn’t want me to ask anymore. I’ve known Remy ever since I was one, my very first memories actually involved her—us playing in the sandbox, she and I playing tag. Remy was just, always existent. With that existence come those memories. Many taunts and questions about why I am the only person that can see her, my parents and their hidden expressions, just pleading that I wouldn’t ‘talk to myself’ in public. I realized that no one else ever saw Remy. I had realized that at an early age, about three and a half or so, that revealing Remy to the world was not an option. This is often showed through my parents, who got Ms. Liebermann to ‘aid you’, so they say.


All of this was running through my head like a whirlwind. What I tired to avoid was thinking the obvious. Who is Remy? Why do we look exactly the same? Then the question I feared to thought is she really with me here?


“Soph,” Remy suddenly said in a firm voice. She pushed me back and looked me in the eyes for a long time. Then, she said, “I don’t know what’s going on either but I know that you’re my sis and we’re the only things that we have in this place.” She cleared her throat, looking away. “Never mind about that,” she said as she stood up. She tugged at the hemline of her jean skirt, “That was pretty deep wasn’t it?” She laughs loudly, “I’m beginning to sound like you.”


I grinned after her and stood up myself, stretching out all of the sleep that was left in me. I walked up towards my mirror and took hold of my hairbrush, ambushing the wild mess known as my hair. As I brushed out each tangle, I was thinking of the words that Remy said, before she made a quip about being deep.


We always acknowledged ourselves as sisters, twins even. We looked exactly the same, so it was fitting. Yet, we stuck with sisters because I felt some sort of vacancy with the connotation ‘twin’. I stared at myself in the mirror. Remy was by the corner of my room, going through what I should wear for this Saturday. Twins are usually born together. Usually, I mean. I shook my hair out and placed my brush on the oak vanity. Rem was right; we only really do have each other in this world. At least one of us doesn’t have to worry about feeling isolated.


The author's comments:
"What if what you saw was true and that no one else believed you?"

I think I heard that somewhere or from someone, but that line really inspired me to start up a story about a girl that has a friend, sister, that she talks to but no one can see. It really interested me into questioning some of the authenticity of some things in the world.

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on Nov. 1 2012 at 5:38 pm
amelia.estaire SILVER, Osceola, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
"I take real people and put them in extraordinary situations." - Robert Cormier

Amazing! If this was a book I would read it. also, if you would, please rate and read my work.

bluhs said...
on May. 9 2012 at 4:36 pm
bluhs, E, Alabama
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This was very nice story.

on Apr. 17 2012 at 4:24 pm
TARDISinTokyo BRONZE, Brookfield, Illinois
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Great story. I love the premise; it really leaves me wondering. It's a perfectly good short story in it's own right, but I think if you wanted to you could make it into a full book. I'd read it!

on Mar. 26 2012 at 7:39 am
Musicalartist, Xxxxx, Other
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FairyFreak, well that's why its fiction, right?

Joele12 said...
on Jan. 20 2012 at 2:25 pm
Joele12, Orlando, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
I am like the wind, whom none can tell from whence it comes or where it goes. -One Night With the King (taken from John 3:8)

sometimes i feel like that my friend i call him mr.elf maybe i'm a little touched in the head(though it does run in the family) Great story though Joele

on Dec. 29 2011 at 11:17 pm
Laurarose BRONZE, Brentwood, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"No one can make YOU feel inferior without YOUR consent."

I loved it! Maybe because I relate to it since I am a twin. Have you ever seen the episode of the show Ghost whisperer called "Ghost, interrupted" ? Its about these twins. One died in a swimming accident, and she's dead but the other twin can still feel her. It reminds me of this a little because everyone thinks shes crazy. Oh gosh, I'm rambling. Anyway, great story!

on Oct. 26 2011 at 7:57 pm
Musicalartist, Xxxxx, Other
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great so far!  I have a twin, so i know what its like, and you did a great job with the dialouge!

Desanyx SILVER said...
on Sep. 10 2011 at 9:06 pm
Desanyx SILVER, Westfield, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
The imagination is man's power over nature. -Wallace Stevens

Hmm, this was interesting, if not entirely realistic. Someone who claims to see an entity that is not visible to anyone else is usually subjected to more thorough psychological testing and treatment. Even in a fantasy/sci-fi story, one should try to keep a certain semblance of reality to ground the reader.

on Sep. 10 2011 at 4:42 pm
WednesdayWrites BRONZE, Yarmouth Port, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"We are not amused." --Queen Victoria

Nice! I want to know more about the "invisible" sister. Write a sequel, or maybe turn it into a novel or novella!

on Aug. 19 2011 at 12:22 pm
consumedbygrace247 BRONZE, Durham, North Carolina
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Favorite Quote:
"Change the way people think, and things will never be the same." -Steve Biko (South African civil rights martyr)

Wonderful, it was really interesting

on Jul. 28 2011 at 11:28 am
Pretzel..Dream GOLD, Longmont, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work. ~Thomas Edison

If this was turned into a book it would probably be a best seller. Good job!

on Jul. 6 2011 at 8:18 am
Autumn-Rain SILVER, West Lafayette, Indiana
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Wow!!! You are a really good writer!!! You should write more about this... write a book maybe.... :)

on Jul. 6 2011 at 6:55 am
flyingpinkgiraffes, Chardon, Ohio
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wow that was amazing!

 

 


on Jun. 26 2011 at 4:50 pm
DontWorryBeHappy123987 SILVER, Weston, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.
Dr. Seuss

w o w!!!! i seriously want to see this on a book! i want to read more! you are such a great writer!

Meko8195 said...
on May. 23 2011 at 11:58 am
Meko8195, Dover, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
The pressure makes us stronger, the struggle makes us hunger; the hard lessons make the difference...and the difference makes it worth it.

I love it :D

on Feb. 2 2011 at 10:28 am
nobodyanymore, Austin, Texas
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This is so cool!! I definitely want to read more. (: You're a great writer.

on Nov. 28 2010 at 2:08 am
DannyKid33 PLATINUM, Pleasant Hill, California
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't ever let the media tell you what to look like. You're beautiful the way you are. Stay beautiful, keep it ugly." - Gerard Way.

this is amazing. you should really be proud of yourself for this :)

by the way, can you please read and comment on some of my stuff? that would be awesome :)


Rairon BRONZE said...
on Oct. 15 2010 at 1:32 pm
Rairon BRONZE, Birmingham, Alabama
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Favorite Quote:
The past is hisotry, tomorrow's a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present- Master Uguay.

Very impressive, but don't feel pressured by others to write. You should write because the inspiration is yours and you feel like it. On that note. Great Job ;)

on Sep. 7 2010 at 7:45 pm
MaralieMidnight GOLD, Ottawa, Other
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Thank you so much! I'm continuing this on fictionpress, under the username maralie.

on Sep. 7 2010 at 7:45 pm
MaralieMidnight GOLD, Ottawa, Other
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Thank you!