Our Story

“If I’d only read that letter a day sooner. I would have gotten to see my dad before he… passed and apologize for the last horrible words I said to him. I would have been able to get the hell out of here.” I thought to myself.
My dad put me here in the fifth layer of hell three years ago. He always sent letters but I never wrote back, I tried but all I could think was, I should be there with him damn it! He shouldn’t have left me here! I’m angry at him even now, still, after three years, that anger still burns inside of me. Its like I want to hate him but I know I never could (Especially now that he’s gone.) He said it would be good for me to be here, that they’re going to make me better, but, you can’t fix something that’s not broken.
“Do you hear me Dr. James!? I’m not broken! You can’t fix me! You’re the crazy one…”
It started when I was 16 years old. When I met my other half, Niki.
“I hate your mother Elizabeth. She needs to respect us! She always has an attitude with me always getting us into trouble. Ever since she met me she’s hated me”.
“Well Niki it’s because of the way you act. You’re such a rebel and always almost doing things I, Elizabeth, would never be caught dead doing. You’re confusing everybody no one understands who we are. You just have to except that.”
“But she’s your mother! Out of all people she should understand us. Something has to be done.”
“And what exactly are you going to do Niki? Kill her? Hahaha the thought of it makes me laugh. Yea right. Just get over it Niki, I have.”
“Sure, liz whatever you say”
Knock, knock, knock.
“Lizzie who are you yelling at?” my mother must have heard Niki having a fit and came into my room.
“Uh no one mom just venting haha” I said “so get the hell out of here!” Niki said straight to my mother, and slammed the door right in her face hitting her in the nose, then locking it.
“Niki! What the hell is your problem? You can’t do that we’ll be in deep shit you know that right? Damn Niki I had a party to go to tonight.”
“No one said you weren’t going I’ll sneak you out tonight since you obviously can’t handle it then you go enjoy your party.”
“Alone? You won’t intervene at all?” I asked her in total disbelief.
“No. go to your little party I have better things to do in the back of your mind”
I felt the mischievous grin light up my face. I did know what she was thinking about but I didn’t think she was the least bit serious about plotting to kill my mother.
“Niki never mind I don’t know about this whole sneaking out thing its fine there will be other parties in 2 months seein’ how that’s how long I’m grounded for.”
“No liz your going to this party and you will have fun. Now let go of your body”
“I don’t know”
“Let go liz! Damn it, Trust me.”
“Ok.”
I let go of my mind and body but kept my eyes open. Niki made everything so effortless she easily climbed out of my 2 story window walked around my roof to the backyard fence, jumped on it and walked it as if she’d been in gymnastics her whole life. Niki was as graceful as a ballerina but me I was just about as graceful as a drunk hobo. I thought it was my turn but she continued after she jumped down off the fence. At first I didn’t know what she was doing but then I knew. Shit. She was headed for the garage and it was then I felt the keys to my dads brand new vanquish that he explained I could and would never ever touch. My heart began to pound so hard I thought it would jump out of my chest. She slipped into the garage, unlocked the doors and got into the car. She spoke to me then.
“You wanna take over now?”
“Niki, what the hell? I did not agree to this”
“Fine I’ll drive then”
Like she didn’t hear a word I said she started the engine, opened the garage, backed slowly out of the drive way into the street then she stopped. She closed hers eyes inhaled a deep breath, and exhaled. I felt what she was feeling, what she was getting ready for. She did this every time we were about to do something crazy, she let herself go, freed her mind. Then she opened her eyes flashed a big holly wood/ crazy smile and stepped on the gas. We flew off down the street getting from 0-80 in 10 seconds. I felt the adrenaline rush inside of her, and I liked it. I loved it. The feeling of breaking the rules, being a rebel, even though I could never do it myself. I know she noticed me enjoying her adrenaline and decided to give me some of my own by slowly slipping away and giving me back my body. Next thing I know I can feel my hands on the wheel, my foot on the gas and no hesitation. I pressed the convert button, set up my ipod, put on my favorite song, and let go. Feeling the wind blowing through my hair at 100 mph was the best feeling I’ve felt in a long time.