Deserted But Not Alone

School went okay I guess. Taylor shrilling and sucking off Adam's face as usual, Mr. Sheldon; the instructor overworked us, I had lunch with Tyler, the cafeteria food was also yummy today, and I borrowed a few books from the school's library for my Literature homework.

The usual.

But still, I've been hearing this voice in my head for some time now, and its really starting to bother me. I haven't told Adam about it because I didn't want him to get worried unnecessarily. I didn't want it to seem like I was overreacting when it could just be a figment of my imagination.

I was in my room playing Candy Crush on my phone when I heard Adam shout my name from downstairs.

"Yeah?! What is it?!" I shouted back. I was too lazy to stand up from my bed.

"Come downstairs for a sec, I wanna show you something!"

I frowned and tossed and turned on my bed. I really didn't want to get up.

"You coming dumbass?!" He shouted yet again.

"I'm coming idiot!" I got up grudgingly and stomped my way downstairs.

"I swear to God Adam, If you called me down to look at another speedo online for you, I'll castrate you and throw you all the way to Pluto where you can freeze your balls off till kingdom comes." I muttered angrily.

Yes, I was that lazy.

"What?" I folded my arm and asked him when I got to the kitchen.

"Someone's grumpy." he said, amused.

"Save it smartass. What did you want to show me?"

He pointed at his phone, motioning me over, "Come over here, aunt and uncle sent something"

"Huh? What is it?" I asked, now interested in what he was saying. Our aunt and uncle never contact us, unless its urgent. On a normal day, they usually just send money to our account.

I peered over his shoulder and looked at the text message on his phone that he was showing me.

Uncle Travis:

You and Abby need to come over to New Orleans tomorrow. Its important. No excuses, it's not up for discussion. Do not be late. We'll send a car to pick you up at the airport. Under no circumstances must you refuse to come. That's all for now. You'll receive the tickets for your flight later today.

"What? no!" I exclaimed after reading the text. I can't go to new Orleans when I'm going on a date with Tyler on Friday. Its not fucking fair. Do they expect us to just come running at their every whim? Shit! What I'm I gonna do?

"What are you gonna do? At least you've been seeing that fine specimen for a long time, while I just got here. If anyone should be grumpy around here, its me."

Its that annoying and nagging voice in my head again.

"Who are you calling nagging and annoying? Speak for yourself midget."

What the fuck? Okay I'm starting to think that I'm going crazy.

"Starting to go crazy? Sweetheart, your seat on the crazy train had been reserved long before I got here."

Huh?

"Abby! This is not the right time to be spacing out!" Adam yelled, shaking my shoulders and bringing me out of weird my thoughts.

"Huh? Oh sorry" I shook my head as if trying to ward something away.

I don't think I can take this anymore. I need to tell Adam about this voice in my head.

"Hey Adam, I need to tell you something." I sighed.

"Yeah what is it?" He asked as he typed away furiously on his phone. No doubt informing Taylor about the latest development.

I pulled his shirt downwards, making him sit beside me on the couch.

"What?!" He snapped, agitated.

I took in a deep breath.

"Lately, there's been a voice in my head, commenting on almost everything I say or do. I don't know what's happening. At first I thought was just imagining it, but getting all too real. It's like there's anothe person in my body talking tome. I know it sounds crazy, I don't even believe what I'm saying but I'm scared. Am I going mad?" my voice shaky at the last part.

Throughout my rant, Adam just sat there with his eyes wide open and distant, and when I was done he looked away like we was contemplating whether to tell me something or not.

After about a minute of silence, I tapped his shoulder. "Adam? What are you thinking? Don't you have anything to say to me?"

He sighed and looked at me. "How do I tell you this? How do I tell you that I've also been hearing another voice in my head for the last week and that I feel what you're feeling; like there's someone else in your body. How do I tell you that without sounding crazy myself?"

"You've been hearing it too? But why didn't you tell me anything? I've been going crazy by myself all this while, not knowing you we'mrr going through the same thing."

He stood up and started packing in front of the couch.

"Abby listen to what you're saying. You only understand because it happening to you too. If it were to be someone who isn't experiencing it, they'd probably laugh it of and find something logical to blame it on. Like stress or my imagination. I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily in case it was nothing."

I stood up to stand in front of him and held his hands to stop him from making a hole in the floor with all the pacing he was doing.

"But it isn't nothing. So here's what

we're going to do. You and I are going to figure this out okay. When next you hear the voice, try to communicate with it. You can communicate with it right?" He nodded. "Great. So can I. Try to ask it questions about why it's popping up and who or what it is. We might get some insight on why if seems like we're going crazy okay? We're going to be fine. Just calm down okay." I hugged my brother and parted his back, trying to be the voice of reason.

When people take a look at Adam and I, it tends to seem like I'm the grumpy and reckless one, while Adam is the levelheaded and calm twin. But it's quite the opposite. Adam tends to overthink and stress about things and since the day our parents dies, it's like his anxiety shot through the roof. So I have to calm him down when he gets anxious or has panic attacks. We balance each

other out in places we're lacking.

I let go of him and held his hands in my own "You and I are going to be just fine okay?"

He smiled softly and curled his hand into a fist in front of me.

I looked at his fist then his face and then broke out in a smile too, before bumping fists.

"Okay."