D a y 02-1 (end.).

When I wake up, I'm staring some lady in the face.

Okay, let me go back a few seconds.

I open my eyes, turn my head, and I'm face to

face with a Not-so-Sebastian's identical twin. She's beautiful; her big blue

eyes and silver strains tickle her plump pink lips. She's pale and fair; her

body appearing fair when enveloped in all white. She has this big mole near her

top lip; it's most evident when she smiles. Not that I look closely, I realized

it's placed on the opposite side of Sebastian's.

"Am I that pretty?" She smiles, her brows and eyes wrinkle and scrunched up. She

looks fairly young, maybe about late twenty's to early thirty's? And she's all

dressed in white, like she's being christened.

"You see me?" She laughs. "That's good. Then that means you and I are really

intertwined?"

My eyes widen, face twisted in confusion.

"You can feel me, right?" She asked. "And now you can see me."

"Huh?" I turn my head over to come face to face with Not-so-Sebastian, his big blue

eyes and soft feature identical to the woman next to me. It's like I'm staring at

a mirror, but I'm not sure which one is the reflection.

"Andrew? He asked; I jump, backing up into the wall behind me. I stare at Sebastian; he stares back at me, his face filled with surprise.

"You…okay?" He asked. I turn from him to beside me and pause, looking down at the empty sheets.

"Probably not." I slowly retract my hand and place it at my side. "Yea, probably not."

"Why? What hurts now-?" He asked.

"You took me back here?" I asked; I look around my room before giving him a pointed glare.

"Yea but answer me-."

"Fuck off, and leave." I said. I glare at him, pointing towards the window.

"Andrew," Sebastian flinches, a defensive tint to his tone. "look I know you're-."

"No!" I said, raising my voice. "Get out!"

"Andrew…"

"Get out," I clear my throat, "or tell me who it was."

Sebastian stares at me, silently looking me over. He sighs, slowly getting up from his

chair beside me.

"You're really…going to leave?" I asked.

"If that's my only option…" Not-so-Sebastian said.

I grit my teeth, furious.

"Why won't you just-?!"

"I already told you-." Sebastian said, sounding tired.

"How are we supposed to figure any of this out if you can't tell me something so

important-?" I asked.

"Andrew." Sebastian said.

"Why won't you-?"

"Andrew, please." Sebastian deflates. "Please."

"How are we supposed to figure this out if you don't tell me what I need to know?"

"Fair. And I know you're mad, and you deserve to be mad at me." Sebastian stops, clears his throat, and continues. "But I can't tell you…not now, okay?"

"Will you tell me…ever?" I asked, deflating.

"Yes…Yea." Sebastian said.

"Now?"I asked.

Sebastian shakes his head. "Not now…"

"Then what are we supposed to do?" I asked. "We have no leads."

"There must be something," Sebastian said "…we're not empty handed. Nothing weird happened? Besides the…you know…"

"No-." And then I pause. "Yeah, maybe? I keep seeing someone."

Sebastian pauses, looking at me in confusion.

"Seeing someone?" Then he deflates, his shoulders dropping and his eyes avoiding mine. "You mean like dating-?"

"No! No," I said, my face feeling hot. "I meant uh-you know those hand, right. The

ones that kind of come out of me?"

Sebastian nods, eyeing my back.

"I-well, when I woke up, I saw a woman." I said.

Sebastian raises his eyebrow. 'A woman?"

"Yea,"I cleared my throat, "and she looked like-."

First it was these uncomfortable touches to my shoulder. Like fingers were grabbing

and tracing lines over it. It continued to my other shoulder, my neck, my lips,

tracing itself closer to my chest.

"Andrew?"

"Uh," I shake off the weird feeling plucking and picking at my body. "Sorry, I-right,

she looked exactly like-."

The fingers trace my chest, draw lines on my firm skin, and reach inside of me.

I jolt, this sudden ache and numbness filling me as I feel a ghosting around my

heart, like the fingers stroke and hug the organ in comfort.

"Andrew…are you okay?" Sebastian asked.

"Yea," I breath, "Yea." But something in me, a voice, is telling me to hush. "Where

was…oh right. And-and it was talking about…"

Sebastian tilts his head. "About?"

"About the hands. A-and the woman-."

I see it-the woman smiles, the fingers inch closer, and then they squeeze my

heart.

I choke, clutching my chest. My head and chest pound. My hands start to shake,

gripping onto my shirt like a lifeline. Sebastian's hurrying towards me,

frantic, panicked. He tightly holds my shoulders, calling my name, repeating it

like a hymn, but cannot respond--my vision dark and blurred. I see the limbs,

but they turn from a sapphire blue to a dark purple, the arms twisting with

holes and pockets in them. The hands reach and swim, cupping my throat,

stroking it delicately until they squeeze.

"Andrew-Andrew what's wrong?!" Sebastian screams, shaking me. I'm choking and hacking, tears gathering in my eyes. I'm tugging the hands; the hands are gripping my neck stronger. I'm pulling harder, my mouth shaking and wide open.

"Andrew-!"

The hands suddenly let go.

"Andrew?" I fall limp, hugging Sebastian's sleeves, quivering. I look up, crying, pleading

for help. I plead over, and over, and over, that something is killing me. It's hurting me and killing me.

"What?" Sebastian grips my shoulders tighter. "What's hurting you?! I don't

understand-."

"Hands-the hands-." I breathe, and I close my eyes. "Dying-D-dying-. The woman-she's

trying to kill me-."

"Who?! Andrew, you're not making sense." Sebastian said, panicked.

"She-you-I," I try to squeeze out, my throat burning. "she looks just like-just like y-."

The hands reach for my heart and squeeze again.

"Andrew-." Sebastian sobs.

"Andy, can I borrow your laptop charger-." My brother stands by the door and drops his

phone. "Oh my…m-mom?! Mom, d-d-dad, help-!"

I hear my brother screaming, my parents running up the stairs, and Sebastian shaking

me, holding me so tight, like he's trying to make me explode.

"Andrew-."

"The hand-her-I think you know her-."

"Huh?" Sebastian asked, staring me down.

"The woman," I cry out, "she looks just like yo-."

          My parents rush through the

door, my brother cowering behind them. My mom is screaming, rushing over to me.

My dad is in shock, falls to his knees. My brother cries, and cries, and cries.

I fall limp, the hands empty, except from fluid.

My heart burst.