The first unpublished novel I had ever written was a vampire novel. It’ll never, ever see the light of day. While I loved my novel, I cringe trying to read it now. No amount of rewriting could save it. It was THAT bad. But, after writing the novel, I still loved writing vampires and couldn’t get this scene out of my mind. This short story, titled Eternal Sisters, is from 2005. It’s been edited only by me, so please excuse any typos.
“Melody?” My sister’s familiar voice echoes through my room.
I close my eyes and cover my ears, lightly humming to myself to push the familiar voice away. After four months, I thought the hallucinations would stop. My doctor says the voices are stress induced and that over time, they will fade. The problem is that they haven’t. It is no longer just her voice that haunts me.
Slowly uncovering my ears, I peek through my eyelashes to see if I’m still imagining things. I search my room and spot my sister perching on my window seat. Her short, cinnamon brown hair curls around her chin and her blue eyes appear a shade lighter than I remember. She grins a toothy smile at me and pats the spot next to her.
“Come on, Melody. You can’t ignore me forever.”
I keep my back facing her and take slow breaths. “This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real.” I chant the words like a mantra, like they’ll somehow bring me back to reality.
A peel of laughter screeches from behind me, and the hairs on my arms rise as fear creeps into my heart. If River were really here, I wouldn’t be so afraid of her. My heart wouldn’t threaten to crash through my ribcage, and I’d be so relieved. But she’s not here. This is a living nightmare created by my own mind.
I turn my head and gaze over my shoulder. I freeze as River’s icy stare catches mine, and I find myself unable to look away.
“You are not real,” I say more to myself. I already think I’m crazy. Talking to a hallucination of my sister isn’t helping me hold onto my sanity.
She twitches her index finger. “Don’t be stupid. If I’m not real, how am I here?” She giggles and throws a pillow at me.
Yup. I’m definitely going crazy. There is no way I could’ve possibly felt that pillow. A shudder rushes over me, and I kick the frilly pillow away like it’ll explode any second.
I cover my eyes. “You can’t be real. You’re dead!” I shout and start to hum to myself.
“If you would stop ignoring me, I can explain.” Her voice booms into my ear.
“I was at your funeral. You were buried.” Tears burst from my eyes as I remember the worst moment in my life. It was even more devastating than finding out River had died. I rest my face in the palms of my hands.
“Sorry about that. It had to be done. Trust me. If I could’ve just disappeared, I’d have avoided that annoying inconvenience,” my sister says. She brushes her cool fingers along my arm.
I gasp and pull myself away from her icy touch. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I’m not dead.”
“But you are dead.”
She laughs, reminding me of all the times we’d laughed together. I wish she wouldn’t now. I can’t stand it. “Okay. I’m a little dead.”
“What does that even mean? You’re a little dead?” I shouldn’t be talking to her. If I keep talking to her, she might never go away.
“Well, I was dead, and now I’m undead.” She giggles.
“That isn’t possible,” I say, covering my ears to help me ignore her.
River pulls my hands away from my ears and yanks me to my feet by my wrists. She lifts me six inches off the floor, and I squirm as her sharp nails dig into my skin. I hold my breath and pray that she’ll stop, and these hallucinations will go away.
But they don’t.
Her smile fades after a moment. “Melody, I want you to come with me.”
“No. Leave me alone.” I kick my legs, trying to touch the carpet below me.
“I can’t. You’re my sister.” The somber tone of my sister’s voice causes me to freeze.
She releases my wrist, and I fall to the floor. I scramble to leave my room, but River appears in front of me. She holds up her hands, palms flat, and pushes me back an inch.
She grips the front of my shirt in her hands. “Don’t make it hard on yourself. Everything will be okay. I promise. Imagine the eternity we’ll get to share.”
My sister lunges at me, and a small scream escapes my lips before she cuts it off with her hand. A flash of her perfect, pointy canines startles me, and my skin burns as she rips open the flesh on my neck.
She pulls away, stopping the burning with her cold fingers.
The reality of the situation is hard to swallow. I preferred thinking I was hallucinating. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that River stands in front of me, alive—well, sort of alive—and that she just bit me.
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