The Twin

I have a twin. I am 16 and now I find out that, I have a twin. What does he look like, we're identical, but would it actually be like a mirror? Would he move the same as I do? Do we have the same hobbies? He's moving here next week!

Ofcourse the whole school knew it. That guy, I heard he has twin. I see all them whispering. I love how they whisper about me. It makes me feel good. My friends are also excited. I can't stop talking about him. Thinking about him. Just 3 days before he moves in!

I am adopted, he is not. He stayed with his mom, but I was put on the stairs in front of the courthouse. My 'parents' found me, and raised me. Never was I told they weren't my real parents. Hell, they even look a bit like me. Not untill a week ago, he called me, he called me over the phone saying our mom has past away too. My father died before we were born. I did not understand one bit. We talked for 2 hours and he left me speechless. Just one day left.

In a few moments I'll see how he looks like. In a few moments he's going to walk out that door. I hope I recognize him, and he me too. What am I thinking? He's my twin! My 'mother' was really excitied too. And then, there he was.

He was exactly like me. It was so weird. He had a green sweater, jeans. And long hair. But it was him. It was him for sure. I walked up to him, and we hugged. It was weird, tears where falling down on the ground. It was my twin. I just saw him, and still I felt like I knew everything about him. It was weird, but great.

We talked about everything, he didn't have any girlfriends either, yet. We laughed. He loves Metal Gear Solid too. He doesn't listen all that much music, but if he does. It's just some nice relaxing music. He likes to draw a lot. He's very into manga. I don't draw, but I sure am artistic with my flash movies.

We talked on the way home, we talked at dinner, we talked till 3 in the morning. Hell, he even had the same phone as me. Coïncidence, maybe, but he really liked the look of it too. Tomorrow is monday. The whole school will see him. And how he is exactly like me.
My 'mom' drove us to school. He didn't have a bike. We stepped out of the car, and everybody flocked around us. We were late for class. But the teacher was so shocked that there suddenly was two of us, he didn't knew, we got out of it.

That day, we were the hottest item. Somehow, the local tv station found out. They wanted an interview, we gave them one. It became the first item that evening. We decided to go walk the dog, people were recognising us. we walked extra long. The attention got us both. We adored it.

It was weird, I didn't get all the attention anymore. People wanted to know, what he was like. They wanted to know if he could also make awesome flashes. He would show his drawings. People would applaud him for his drawings. I got bored with him.

Yes, he is my twin, he is exactly the same. He needs attention too. But he shouldn't go stealing it from me. He took away my friend, the girls were longing for his long hair. I was nothing. I couldn't stand it. I'll kill him.

What am I thinking? Am I going to kill my twin brother? How can I ever? It's a person, I'm a person. I'm that person. He is me. He gets all the attention I want. All the attention I need! I'll kill him.

It's our first saturday night, the first saturday night after the arrival. I got my 'dads' gun from his drawer. It is loaded. I take my brother to the place where 'I always go on saturday night'. It was late, it was dark. I took him in an ally.

'What are you doing in this dull alley, nobody's around here.'
'It's a good thing no one's around. Here let me show you something.'

I've gone over this so many times in my head. I'll show him the graffiti I painted yesterday. And then I'll get my gun, and I'll shoot him from the back. And I will get the attention he took away from me. I'll kill him.

'Look over there.'
'It's just some graffit.'
'Look better.'

He gets a good look, and I get a good shoting position. He never expected. The gunshot filled the alley. He fell on the ground. A clear headshot.

I was unique again.

I look into the mirror. Is it me, or is it my twin. I don't know. I don't need to know. He won't get any attention if he's behind that mirror. He won't be able to steal mine. I look at the window. I see the sky, I see the stars again. I'm one of them. But I won't see them fully in 20 years.

Now, there's bars in front of them.