I Am You & You Am I (3)

"I, by some miracle of god, managed to stay alive. If you ask why exactly, I won't have an answer for you." Aasira said getting up. Nasira gritted her teeth, frustrated to hear that even the god seemed to favour her sister more. "Of course it wasn't without any damage. Multiple wounds on my body and face, fractured bones although thankfully nothing too critical. Took me months to recover my wounds, gave me plenty of time to think." She said, getting closer and closer, "Thought a lot of things. Mom, dad, my life, my ongoing projects, my future. Anger was the emotion I felt most.

"Angry at you, angry at the world who couldn't even realize that the woman standing in front of them was an impostor. Made me realise one thing - nobody cares. Nobody cares who you are as long as you give them what they want. My friends, my fans, and people I've worked with for so long, for fuck's sake even our parents; none, none of them realized that it wasn't me but someone else. And you know what? The moment I realized that, that was the best moment in my life. I felt so ... so free. Like now I didn't have to put on appearance, that now I can act and do whatever I want without thinking too much about it." She said with a little jump in her steps, excitement in voice and a smile on a face, but also with a very sharp knife that now, on a closer and better look, seemed to be covered with blood.

Yet the sight in front of Nasira was beautiful in some ways. Personal feelings and hatred aside, even Nasira had to admit that her sister did have a certain charm to her. Her eyes also went back to the limp body near the rock her sister previously sat on. Putting two and two together, Nasira was in no way looking forward to future events. "Aasira, what did you do?" She asked, drawing back her sister's attention which seemed to have been lost in her ecstatic thoughts.

"Shush, don't interrupt the story sister." Aasira said, a playful, crazed glint in her eyes, placing her finger on her lips, "You always did interrupt father's story too. Now, where was I? Oh yes! I felt free! .... For a moment, but then you entered my thoughts and I knew that I wasn't free. I couldn't be free as long as you lived, as long as you still called yourself by my name, went out with my friends, engaged to my fiancé, and lived my life. So I reached a simple solution that any sane woman would stumble upon - I simply had to kill you." Despite the coldness of the words, Aasira's entire being showed nothing but a crazed joyfulness. And that made Nasira's knees tremble even more. Despite the puddle that was her legs now, she wanted to run away. Only thing stopping her was Aasira being within an arm's distance of her holding the cold wet knife towards her.

"Oh don't start wetting your panties now. I'm not here to kill you. I simply wanted to have a one-on-one conversation with my, to quote you, 'Greatest sister gods could ever bestow upon someone'. Went a bit far on that one, didn't you? You see, I had made up my mind on murdering you, even read lots of murder mystery book. They really shouldn't write those, it gives people very detailed ideas. But in the pursuit of being truly free, I lost sight of who I was. I wasn't the kind of girl to murder my own family, no, that's you. Even though you suck at it." She said walking back to the boulder backwards, not wanting to risk showing her back to Nasira.

"So I wondered, how do I get my revenge without losing myself. Any guesses?" Aasira asked, holding the knife towards Nasira as if it were a mic. She frowned at the non-cooperation. "I'm really trying to bond here, you know. But sure, if that's how you want to play it, I'll get to the point. I decided to ruin the life you so desperately wanted." Aasira said, now with a complete nonchalance. Was her crazed playful personality just an act? How much of what was going on here, truth and how much of an act?

Seeing confusion painted on her twin sister's face, Aasira explained herself more. "I firstly took out the funds necessary for my plan and a new life, you should've changed account information. Next I fixed my face, got it back to how it was; you'd be surprised how many people ask the surgeons to look like us, gotta say, flattering and creepy. And finally, caused chaos in your life." She broke her nonchalance with a simple smile. "And what fun that has been. Sleeping around with whoever I wanted, trying out drugs, selling some, losing your remaining money on deliberately planned losing bets, spreading rumours about you....me....us, you know what I mean."

"But that was too small, too juvenile. My agents, now yours, are too good at keeping things under wraps. But what's the one thing that they can't help you?" Aasira asked, that crazed smile coming back to dance on her lips as she pointed the knife towards the body laid down cold and wet in its own blood that flowed like a river. She was planning to frame Nasira to be the killer.