Apart forever.

Episode 2.

"This is my house, Rhoda." She said innocently, painfully reminding me of an angel.

"No. This is... This is a prison. A prison that has housed you long enough to tear our love apart and destroy the bond that used to be between us."

She looked confused. "Rhoda, you want us to go on a vacation or visit our parents?"

"No!" I shouted. "I don't care about those idiots! They're the reason I'm here today, to take us home."

Rebecca looked alarmed. "Rhoda!"

"I've come to put an end to this pain and confusion. To bring everything back to what it once was."

She stood up, abruptly, as if sensing danger.

Slowly, I reached for my gun and pointed it at her.

 Her eyes flew wide open. "Rhoda, what are you doing?!"

"Why Becky?" I said, my eyes glistening with tears."
"Why what?" She said with her hands held up in helpless surrender.

"Why did you have to have everything? The pretty face, the good grades, the best friends, the bigger love? Why? We are twins! Everything is supposed to be equal. Our parents loved you more than me, just like everyone else. You're going for your Masters in MIT and I don't even know what to do with my degree in Theatre Arts. Why?!

"Rhoda, calm down. We can talk this out and find a solution. Please put the gun down."

"No!" I shouted as I aimed at her forehead. "We're going home to Heaven where there's peace and no pain at all. We can love each other like we used to before we went to college."

"But murderers don't go to Heaven" she said. Her eyes were already red and tears stained her cheeks.

I placed my hand on the trigger and held her gaze.

"Rhoda, no please!" Rebecca started crying. "Please don't do this. Please!"

A tear dropped from my eye. My fingers were wrapped around the trigger. The pain inside me rose to a climax. This was it. This was the end.

"You don't have to do this, Rhoda." Rebecca cried. "I love you. Please!"

"That love was never enough." I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.
Rebecca collapsed on the floor, a pool of blood forming under her head.

My hands shook. I turned the gun to my head as my eyes glazed over. "See you at home, Becky." I cried and pulled the trigger one last time.

They said envy was green. But it's black. Since I pulled the trigger on Becky and myself, I've been sinking in this black hole, that smells of burning bodies and seems to have no end. Becky wasn't here. I heard Heaven was bright and beautiful. Could this black hole lead there? I felt an intense heat that increased as I sank. Nothing felt right. I was scared. What was going on?
'Bu the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.' Revelation 21:8

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  1. UnknownDecember 4, 2019 at 7:14 AM

    hmm...... I like this story.... This is what hatred can do even among blood relations if we let the devil use it through us..... I am an instrument of the Lord to be used for Heavenly purpose and to reign with God on the last day or when I die.... Thanks for this dear..... It's a reminder.

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  2. KamikunDecember 5, 2019 at 5:41 AM

    I am quite speechless. The story is quite sad. The story of hate, ignorance and envy is summed up well. I like the bible verse at the end too. So people can dwell on that part of the word.
    Beautiful!!!

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    1. Unique EuniceDecember 6, 2019 at 11:54 AM

      Thanks as always Kamikun.😘. I appreciate the short review

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  3. UnknownJanuary 24, 2020 at 6:04 AM

    So... generally people think envy is green 🤔, and in the real sense... it is absolutely black. God help us to always think aright and let the spirit rule from within.
    Nice story setting and plot, keep it up👍 dearie.

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