*What would you do to be normal*? I would do anything.
Sure, it’s easy to look down your nose at me and say that it’s ok to be “special” or that we should strive to differ ourselves from one another, but my uniqueness was unfairly thrust upon me.
I DID NOT ASK FOR IT!!! So I did what I had to do.
Last night, I waited for my brother to fall asleep. Once I knew he was out, I covered his face with my pillow and suffocated him.
He thrashed and he kicked for his life, but I’ve always been the stronger of the two of us. He didn’t stand a chance. Murdering my brother was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I loved him of course, but like I said before, I would do *anything* to be normal.
You see, my parent’s wouldn’t have let us go through with the operation otherwise. The doctors said that separating conjoined twins like my brother and I could have been problematic.
Our organs were too intertwined and if they performed the procedure, one of us would have surely died. Now they have no choice.
And as we lay in our customized hospital bed, I look at my brother’s corpse, take hold of his cold dead hand, and smile because soon I will finally get the chance to be normal.