Confines Of My Heart

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Summary

Diana Williams is a struggling writer. Her mind is always full of darkness and weird ideas due to which her stories don't really inspire much. Little does she know, her life is going to be the next dark story. She is seen by a predator who'll go at all lengths to seize her. After the unexpected betrayal of her sister, she loses all hope. She accepts the obvious that she'll have to suffer in her twin's place but little does she know, fate is not a thing to reckon about...

Status
Complete
Chapters
21
Rating
4.3 3 reviews
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1

DIANA


The winter was never so harsh. It was always cold but now it feels worse. The sky feels like a hollow. Like a dark pit of a well.

The same well from where they pulled out my rotted corpse.

For a moment, I wanted to believe that it was me whose corpse was laid on the damp grass near the well and not my twin sister.

She had visited me here, after leaving the city abruptly. She didn't tell me why did she leave the city. She had a job, was studying in a university. Her future, her fate was just going right on the track. Then yesterday, she visited me. She told me she wanted to live here in the countryside with me in our old house. She told me that she wanted to relive those moments.

She even told me that writing stories is not going to drive me crazy and that it can, someday, prove profitable. So unlike her.

At first I didn't understand. But then I did. By the time I understood, it was too late. Her corpse had been rotted by then. I was shocked, grieved when i saw her. She always talked of troubles of her life. She always said that she wanted to escape, that she is going to run away to some distant perfect place. She worked hard days and nights, to make her life better, to be at a perfect place. I guess where she is now, is a place better than anywhere she could be in her life. I am glad that finally she escaped the troubles of her fate. Glad for her. So unlike me.

I’m now left alone in this cruel countryside, without my mirror. She was my mirror. We were like two halves of a moon that never rose to its full. I was always the dark and invisible side and she was always the shining, lovely and glittering side that everyone adored. We were inseparable. Mostly, I didn’t know what I wore or what I ate, but I always knew everything about her. Our moon is broken. Without her, I’m just the dark side left that is never visible. Now, cold is all I feel.

Cruel cold.

The dampness and dark of this place makes it worse. So worse.

I wish I were the twin, who's resting six feet deep in ground.

I jolted awake.

No one's dead. No one.

It was just a dream.