The Forgotten Twin

                      THE FORGOTTEN TWIN

       I was released with millions of my kin into a long, winding tunnel, each trying to beat the others, each of us racing to our destination, the supreme goal. I was ahead of the pack, nearing the mark, the place where I would receive the ultimate gift: Life. At the end of the path, I crashed into a large object. I stood for a moment, baffled. The others soon came crashing in behind me. Some bounced off of the object mindlessly over and over, others swam around aimlessly, dismayed that the prize they were promised was nowhere to be found. I examined my obstacle; it was warm and welcoming. It seemed to be beckoning me into it. I plunged into the object and dug, forcing my way into the center, where my prize lay in wait. I wanted it. I needed it. I found the center of the object, a small hollow space with just enough room to settle myself down in. I had made it.

       In this small space I had a vision. I saw a door, a crack of light, growing wider and wider, calling me from the darkness of my warm space into the light, beckoning me through the door. I had almost caught a glimpse of what was outside it when my vision was interrupted. I could see through the membrane of my sanctum another being, just like me, was attempting to enter my object, and had nearly penetrated it, but had failed. It passed over to another object just like mine and nestled itself in the center. I might have been mad or jealous, but I didn't care. I didn't mind sharing my victory, for we had beaten the others, we were the victors. We would be born. Two loving siblings. Together.

       The time that went by seemed like an eternity. As we dreamed peacefully, our futures and our bodies were slowly taking shape. Bones began to form, limbs began to sprout, tiny hearts began to beat. In our dreams, we were shown what gender we would be. I was to be a Girl, and my sibling a Boy. We dreamed of what our futures would bring. Would I be an adorable red-headed sweetheart with freckles and fair skin, or a beautiful black-haired, cold-hearted devil? I couldn't be certain.

       Soon, my heart began to beat slower, bones had stopped growing, and my dreams became more and more muted. Eventually, my development ceased entirely. All while my brother silently grew. I was dying and my brother would soon usurp me. It wasn't fair, it was an OUTRAGE. My own sibling was stealing from me the life that was rightfully mine. In my mind I screamed, I thrashed, I cursed, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. It was only a matter of time before my brother would devour MY life entirely and I would shrivel and die. Soon, I was taken into my sibling.

       It came time for my twin to be born. I saw everything through his eyes, the beckoning door, the blinding light, all of it was there, and my brother had stolen it from me. As I watched my brother slowly approach the light, it grew dim, and I saw no more.

"What kind of god gives entity just to let it DIE AGAIN tucked behind a kidney and fat"
                                                 - Covetous, A game by Austin Breed