One Twin

CHAPTER 1: The Sharing Joanna Miller grabbed a stir straw for her hot chocolate at the Flying J Plaza, truck stop in Vaudreuil Quebec. Her jet black, waist length hair, hung in a single thick braid. Blazing blue eyes danced merrily as she stared back at yet another admirer. Caught in the act, he spilt his coffee while trying to nonchalantly look away. With a smile upon her full lips, her attention swung towards the sweets offered. Taking stock of what was there, she chose the usual, a honey donut. Her and Sara’s favorite. SARA! Sara. Blinding pain brought her to her knees, causing her to in turn slosh her drink to the floor. A ringing sang in her ears, droning to a deep hum. A splintering pain shattered the back of her head. An explosion of stars swam before her eyes. Ghostly kicks to her ribs wracked her body, causing her to jerk in spasms of tortured agony. Confused, and in shock, her brain seemed to no longer register the truck stop, though physically she was there. Her mind and body hung in a space and time of blind nothingness, except for these hellish sensations. A silent scream welled within her, finishing in an echoing moan which bounced within Joanna’s skull. “Bitch,” growled a far off mans voice as a phantom clout to the jaw caused Joanna to reel to her left. “You cheep bitch,” continued the cruel high pitched voice in a fever of anger and hate. “I just asked for a hundred thousand dollar loan, not your fucking life! But now I’m going to take both!” promised the harsh raging male speaker. An unearthly punch to the stomach doubled Joanna in two completely winding her, “Think you can stop me, stop my dreams little Sara,” taunted the man. “No I tell ya, no, I’m going to have my California health club and my freedom too!” he screeched before beginning a madman's giggle. Another ghostly punch to the side of the head reeled Joanna to the right, “Feeling sore Sara,” cooed the voice, “Oh! You’re unconscious poor darling.” he jeered, “or playing dead!” Joanna felt her self being lifted by strong arms. Soon replacing those arms was a hard cold railing upon her bare back. “Well, well, my darling, let’s try some water to help you answer my needs?” the man said giving her an eerie slobbering kiss upon the brow. A mighty final shove came from those ghastly murdering hands. “Drown my beautiful wife, drown, all I need is your cash!” he stated as a matter of fact. “Goodbye you cheap bitch, you now pay the price of refusing your husband his wish.” Cold air whipped by her, cooling her exposed skin as she turned head over heels. Dizzy, and with that scary falling sensation, she knew she rushed towards the hard impact of the waiting water. An instant later she felt the horrible enforced opening of those frigid waters as it swallowed her whole and uncaring. She felt the heavy wet clothing of November dragging her down to the bowels of the lake. ”JOANNA,” came the heart wrenching last thought of Sara, her identical twin. Then nothing. In that chamber of horrors within her minds eye, was a total silence, emptiness, worse than the shattering events of before. The deep absence of light, sound, air and life itself! Total numbness. A deep sensation of being utterly alone washed in over her. The sharing now finished, left her with the horrible truth that swamped her with the engulfing comprehension of being now but one twin.