Born to be yours

Amy and Amanda are twins.

Since the moment the stalks delivered them they have been inseparable. Or you could say they were unable to escape from one another.

From the womb to their bedrooms and even in school they were forced to occupy the same space. Forced to recognise the others existence. Even being collectively titled the ‘twins’.

This lack of individualism slowly drove Amy and Amanda to insanity. They fought with one another said hurtful things to one another. Cried with one another.

Funnily enough these times of fighting and adolescent frustration led to them being closer. Their bonds grew stronger. Yet at the same time they learnt to value each other as well as to love themselves.

At the age of 60 Amy visits Amanda at the hospital, her wrinkly hands holding onto her sisters.

“You know when I look at you I see myself” said Amanda.

“You know when I look at you I see my best friend” said Amy.

“You know when I look at you I feel nostalgic… And oh so very happy.” Amanda spoke softly.

“Haha…we’ve grown so old, haven’t we!” Amy exclaimed.

“Looking after each other, loving and laughing. My comrade. My fellow warrior. I’m glad I spent my time on this battlefield with you.” Amanda preached.

“You old fool you act like we’ve fought a war. All we’ve done is lived.”

“You’re the fool. Living is one of the greatest battles!” Amanda reprimanded. Then she coughed, her chest heaving and she clasped onto Amy’s hands squeezing them.

“My dearest Sister, I am glad that I have fought this war with you. I am sure that in the next life we will fight another war together. Because I was born…born to be yours.” Amanda sighed the last word. Her struggle over, her life gone. Her soul on another journey to face another adventure somewhere in the stars.

Amy weeps. Her hands still grasping her sisters. “I am certain that we’ll meet amongst another battlefield…as I was also born to be yours.”

 

This is a 300 word flash fiction piece that reflects my own relationship with my sister. I love her to pieces and I believe I was born to be hers. Although we may grow old and eventually separate I hope that even in the next life I am united with her to fight yet another battle.