Two Voices

“Being adopted should have been the best feeling of my life. But it felt nothing like it.”

Separated from their mothers only seconds after they first met. Mabel and Bridget became best friends over their passion to find their lost parents. They bonded over the discovery of their inhuman abilities and formed a somewhat inseparable relationship. When they discover the origin of their tragic past, they are willing to do anything to get their lives back.


8. An Almost Real Sister



 I woke up with an empty feeling in my chest. I felt like half of it had moved away to a different place with a different family. Maybe because it had.

I looked across the room. Kimberly was still fast asleep. Her hair had broken out of her bun and covered her pillow in a giant blond curve.

The sun was gently shining through the satin curtains. I weakly stretched my arms out and sat up.

“Kimberly.” I hissed into the dim light, “Are you awake yet?”

She moaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes and blinking delicately.

“It’s Saturday Mabel!” She groaned, “Why are you up so early?”

“I don’t know!” I sighed.

Something special was happening today. I could feel it! But I just couldn’t remember what it was. It felt like it was a special day. One of those memorable days that you can’t ever forget. I wish I could have remembered then. I wish I could have somehow flew over and celebrated with them!

Kimberly got out of her bed and walked over to her desk. She pressed a button on a white telephone and spoke into the receiver.

“Bring up some French toast with a hot cocoa and a room temperature bottle of baby milk please. And don’t forget to put jam on the toast” She said.

“Coming right up Miss Smith.” A crackly voice responded.

Kimberly let go of the button. She waltzed over to me and whisked me up out of my cot, spun me to my play corner and sat me down next to a cuddly looking bear.

“This is little Mickey.” She said, picking up the teddy and playfully shaking it in front of me.

I reached out to touch its paw thinking I would be able to make earth by touching it like I used to do with Bridget. The teddy’s paw was cold and lifeless and our touch has no effect. My hand slumped back down to my side and I felt the salty feeling of tears rise up in my eyes.

“What’s wrong Mabel?” Kimberly asked, “Is harmless old Mickey scaring you?”

I said nothing. What was I meant to say? That she was no use to me and I wanted Bridget back so we could play at being superheroes simply because we could make earth by touching each other. I seriously don’t think Kimberly would take that very well. I mean she’s been super nice to me since the day she met me and I return the favour by saying I don’t want her and I’d rather hang out with Bridget. That’s like telling a deserted frog to push of and find a friend that more his kind!

Kimberly threw Mickey to a corner of the room and wiped my tears with the corner of her nightie.

“Cheer up Baby” she whispered, “Don’t let silly old Mickey scare you.”

I sniffed and smiled bravely. I wasn’t about to ruin anybody’s day. Especially Kimberly’s.

“Good girl!” she cooed.

The door abruptly swung open and the maid walked in with the same tray bearing a plate of jammy French toast and a large mug of hot chocolate topped off with melted marshmallows alongside a boring old bottle of formula milk.

“Thanks Diana!” Kimberly said.

She took the milk off first and placed it next to me then took her French toast and juice and put it aside.

“Baby eats first.” She said, putting the bottle to my lips again.

The milk was sweet and soft. It left a sweet taste in my mouth as I eagerly gripped the bottle and guzzled down all of the milk.

“You’re a hungry girl aren’t you?” Kimberly chuckled.

She stood up and walked over to her wardrobe. It opened up to a fashion heaven. There were dresses, shirts, skirts, shoes and jackets. My eyes were drawn only to the other half of the wardrobe. I saw mini versions of her clothes on hangers and tiny shoes in neat rows on the floor.

I saw Kimberly pick out a pink shirt and a pair of sleek, black jeggings. Then she went to my corner of the wardrobe and picked out the exact same clothes.

“Let’s be twins!” She said.

After a lot of fumbling around we both stared into the Victorian mirror against the wall and smiled. We almost looked identical. The only difference was the fact that my face was covered in freckles while Kim’s was cream coloured and perfectly clear and the fact that my hair was a tough colour of brown while Kim’s was a sandy shade of blonde. We were so similar yet so different. Why did that feel strange?

Me and Kim started playing at being secret agents afterwards. Well… Kim played. I just smiled and moved around. I was only a baby then. Just over two months old! I could only do what other babies could. Besides being wet all the time, talking and sitting up on my own!

I always wondered if this is what me and my real mum would do if we were still together. Would we ever play at being super spies? Would we wear matching clothes? Would we have servants who gave us whatever we wanted? There was no way of knowing then. I was just glad I had a family who cared about me.

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