Chapter One
14 марта 2026 г., 11:15
A shadow passed along the window. It was a sister. Chris got used to glitches after her death. She seemed to him everywhere, in every person. In himself, Chris saw her most often. Maybe because they are twins? Dark chocolate hair, brown eyes, equal height, about 5 feet, slightly taller, and the same face with freckles. Elizabeth Anna Collins, that was her name. The name Lisa was given by her mother, and the name Anna was given by her father.
It's the same story with Chris. Christopher Johnson Collins. Only the first name was given by the father, and the second by the mother.
Anya died due to the fact that she was beaten in the cold. Older boys forcefully pushed Anya onto the ice track. She, falling, hit her head on the corner of the building. In short, she pierced her head, slipping on the ice.
I don't remember if Chris spoke or not, but they lived all their adult lives in an orphanage. I do not remember that Anya at least once at that time showed her love for him. However, she did not love him much. She often scolded him for agreeing to an offer from a music teacher to teach me how to play the piano. She never came to performances if Chris was there. She hated his craving for creativity, perhaps because of a different nature.
Once she climbed into the documents of our teacher and found our folder. She wanted to know about her parents. Anya found out that our mother was a photographer, and dad was a drunkard. Mom's name was Anna, and Father Johnson. Parents named them after each other.
Anya put it this way:
- It was as dumb as possible.
Chris didn't understand why it was dumb and he didn't really get stuck into that attention. And then Anya gave out a fist phrase.
- And dad is our drunk, and, as it was written in the dossier, led a bad lifestyle. In short, some kind of moron.
- So what? I don't know him anyway. I don't care - Christopher replied.
- I hint to him that he does not need to become the same, but he is all in his own.
- Well, I'm not him.
- Yes, you even have the same names!
- So what?
- Look, if you become the same as him, you don't have to show up at my doorstep. Well, if the wife is, then at least you will not stay on the street.
Now this example flashed everywhere. If she didn't like something, she equated everything with her father everywhere and said all sorts of nasty things. She hated him, although she did not even know her appearance.
We got to the shelter at the age of three, and our parents did not remember.
I don't remember if Chris was grieving after her death or not, but now he doesn't care much. She died on February 24, 2017. As it seemed to Chris then, there was something inside him... collapsed. Collapsed. Then it seemed to him that it was himself. It's 2026. Christopher Johnson Collins turned 20, and his sister, twin Elizabeth Anna Collins, will forever remain 11.
