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Coma twins ch2This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by JD Kelly | |
| Thursday, 22 May 2008 | |
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Chapter 2 Perhaps it was the death of our father, or maybe being raised entirely by women that made my brother the way he was. Or quite possibly, it mayhave been entirely genetic. Our father had never been a model for modern psychological stability; as a matter of fact it was this same malady of the mind that brought my twin brother and I into existence. Father was by no means the type of predatorily rapist that you see in movies, but never the less, he did in fact rape my mother. Thus thrusting my brother and I into this world. We were twins, born only minutes apart. My brother was born first and was said to have produced a bone-chilling scream, a scream that filled the halls of the maternity ward. Echoing off of the hard sterile tiles, silencing all other sounds. Theysay that he continued his tremendous cries until the very instant I was delivered; as if my entrance to the world relieved him. I don’t know if it is because I have been told this story so much that I can’t distinguish my real memories anymore,but when I think hard enough I think I can actually remember the sound, the pitch of his crying. My mother says it is not possible to remember being born, but honestly I think I can. I can remember a lot of things that I shouldn’t, things that most people would have forgotten long ago. Mostly from my early childhood and most of them containing my brother. This is why it is so hard on me sometimes to no longer have any contact with him. We were close as kids, always hanging on each other; we played and slept together, even bathed together. We seldom fought and very rarely caused any mischief. Things were fine up until we entered our teenage years. I hit puberty a little before him and as my body and mind began to mature I started detaching myself from him. I think that this is when we started to realize that there was something different about my brother. I can remember my mother dragging him out of my bed at nights kicking and screaming. I can’t sleep… I can’t sleep with out her!!! Well you are gonna learn. My mother would say as she pried his hands from the door jamb. And even though she would beat him, he would always sneak back into my bed late at night. I never asked him to leave, even as uncomfortable as it made me feel to have his body pressed against mine… to be continued Copyright 2008 JD Kelly |
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