Two Of A Kind

Stephanie:

"Kyle, Kyle!!!!" I woke up in a cold sweat shivering. I had watched my little brother get murdered last year. I watched him chopped to pieces by a person I believed to be a man wearing a white mask with red brush patterns. I still remember the dark eyes that looked black. I shivered then rolled out of bed. I looked around my room. There were pictures of John Micheal all around the room. I had been watching him for awhile now. I swear he is the one who killed my brother. 

I walk to the kitchen and pop some bread in the toaster. I walk back to the bedroom and stand in front of the full length mirror. My red curly hair is everywhere. I laugh at myself walking around in just my t-shirt and panties and laugh at my bed head. I grab my hair brush and head to the bathroom. I brush my hair and decide to put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue tank top. I walk out of the bathroom and look in the mirror. I admire myself before taking my toast and spreading peanut butter on it. 

My head starts to hurt so I decide to sleep a little bit longer.

Misty:

I wake up pissed and get out of bed, when the hell did I put on these black skinny jeans, and since when have I ever owned a blue tank top! I groan as I look around. I grab the bottle of vodka off the counter and throw it back gulping down the burning liquid. I take the bottle and throw it at a picture of John Micheal. I don't know why but I have been stalking him for months. I hate him with a burning passion. 

I walk over to the closet and open it before looking down at my hidden compartment. I pull out my machete and my white mask with blood patterns and laugh. The last time I killed someone was a little boy I stalked named Kyle. Oh the screams of the sweet innocent child as I chopped him to bits. 

I started to get light headed, oh no, not another pass out spell. I groaned as I hit the floor. 

Stephanie:

I woke up on the floor, I have no idea how I ended up on the kitchen floor. I looked at the wall and saw a stain I followed it to the floor where a bottle laid broken. I was shocked I looked around and found a white mask with red brush patterns on the floor. Beside it was a machete. I screamed and cried as I hit the floor I curled up in a ball. 

I saw the night flash through my mind, but in a different perspective I was on top of my brother. I was chopping him to pieces and laughing. I started to scream. I picked up the machete and stabbed myself through the stomach. I laid there bleeding out a smile on my face. I heard a voice in my head say, "I guess we are two of a kind."