I Am You & You Am I (2)

After an hour or so, she reached the spot, still wondering who the note was sent by, how that person knew about her and what she did that day. She parked her car on the side of the road and navigated her way through the woods until she reached the spot, a clearing that ended in the cliff.

She and her family - mom, dad and sister; used to come here at least twice in a year. They would camp out, eat the sandwiches made by their mother, climb trees, try to make fire and fail every time until they had to use the lighter and sleep with their father telling a story as they looked at the clear starry sky and moon shining its light.

This cliff carried a lot of happy sweet memories on it but it was also a scene of sorrow now. For it was the same cliff from where the sister jumped off of and gave her life back to the land.

Still, much of the scene was the same. Same trees, same clear starry sky and while the moon wasn't full today, it was full enough to shed its light on her and the mysterious hooded figure resting on the rock, the same rock where her father used to sit when telling his stories, next to what seemed like the body of a man laid on the ground. As to whether the black splash beneath and near him was blood or shadow was hard to interpret.

"Ah, you're here, took your sweet time didn't you?" the figure said in a surprisingly sweet voice. A Woman, she noted and made a mental list of the possible women she knew that could know about the place and would have a grudge on her. The list came up pretty empty. Not to say she didn't think everyone loved her, she knew there were some who hated her - some for genuine reasons, some for reasons as worthless and stupid as themselves. But no one knew this place, unless She told her friends about it and she wasn't aware of it. Because that voice seemed extremely familiar.

"Who are you?" She asked, still trying to compile a list.

The mysterious figure stared at her and let a sigh, laced with disappointment, out. "I wondered if the time apart would help you grow intellectually. Clearly it was my fault for expecting too much from you, my bad." The figure said, raising her hands halfway. "Still, to not even recognize me from the voice? That's pretty bold of you, all things considered. You do at least remember what happened here and what you did or did that event fade away from you memory too?"

Yes, this was definitely not someone she knew, but the voice- It can't be. There's no way that was possible, no way was the figure her. "Aasira?" She managed to ask with a broken and disbelieving voice. No way could that be Aasira standing in front of her.

"Ding, Ding, Ding! And she gets a point." Aasira said, mimicking a host of some quiz show pointing to the woman who called herself as Aasira, "Oh come on sweet sister, you look like you've seen a ghost." Aasira gave out a chuckle as she took her hood off, letting the moonlight illuminate her face "Although, for you, it actually is like seeing a ghost. Funny how things turn out."

"It-It's not p-p-possible. She's dead, I saw her die, I was sure she died!" Nasira, the woman now called herself Aasira, screamed, starting to get closer to the mysterious figure who claimed to be her sister, her dead sister. But the moment she took off the hood, she stopped in her tracks flooded by various emotions, disbelief, shock, guilt, but the most prevailing of them all - Fear and horror.

Now driven by emotions of dark, her first instinct was to flee from the scene, get back in her car, take a flight to some other country and live out the rest of her years in peace, looking back at this moment as some drunken nightmare. Not the best solution but it's not an everyday event where one's twin sister that one killed came back to life and called the one back to the place of crime.

"Ah yes, if I were you or someone who has seen literally any murder movie, I'd have made sure there's a dead body before arranging a funeral for me." Aasira said offhandedly, twirling a shiny object in her hand, "Which I attended, by the way. Great service, and the eulogy...." She faked an emotional choke, "... so beautiful and lovely. Real eye-opener too, thanks for telling me how much I love you, I never realised the deep feelings I harboured for you, sis. Your words were so sweet. Of course it would've been much sweeter if I was actually dead and you didn't impersonate as me while letting everyone else believe I was you and that I, or you, committed suicide by jumping off of the cliff."

Nasira stood shocked and rattled. Her plan was perfect, it was supposed to be perfect. Call Aasira to their spot, push her off the cliff, pretend to be her and report Nasira missing, write a fake suicide note and pretend to find it, hold a public funeral for the sister she wasn't close with but now regret it and end the plan with impersonating her sister and living her fame and fortune filled life, a life she deserved too, a life Nasira was deprived of due to her always being kept in her sister's shadow. And it worked, it worked wonderfully. Until today, until now.