There are others, but I was the first. I am the original. I wish I could tell you this story is mine; my ending is where we begin. I was 15 the first time I laid eyes on my killer. I, like so many other people, was quite taken with him. He fooled many people, but my twin was not one of them. She was not really afraid of him, but he definitely 'creeped' her out. She avoided him as much as possible, she tried to be discreet about it but he was always hyper aware of her. She was a challenge, he loved a challenge.
I guess I should start by introducing myself. My name is Isabella Rae Williamson. I am the youngest daughter of Ray and Ann Williamson. I am almost 5 full minutes younger than my identical twin sister. Her name is Elizabeth Ann Williamson. We are identical except for the fact that I have a small birthmark behind my left ear. Those closest to us could always tell us apart. Beth and I had a lot in common, but we also had some differences. We had our own personalities and we even had our own sense of humor. We did the whole twin thing as well. For example, when we bought our cars. We went to the dealer at different times, so we would not see what each other was purchasing. We set up a time to pick up our vehicles at the same time the next day. When we arrived at the car dealership there were two candy apple red mustang convertibles with big bows on them. We had picked the exact same car with the exact same options. Nobody was very surprised, we did this kind of thing all the time.
Back to what happened to me twenty years ago. My last day on earth was a typical Friday for Beth and I. We headed to school in her car, went to our classes, ate lunch together and went to softball practice. After practice, we headed back home. Beth had plans with our grandmother and I was going to work on my science fair project. Beth and I entered the Science Fair every year and almost always came in 1st and 2nd in our division. As we were unloading the car, Beth discovered she left her project at school. I told her I would run back to campus and pick it up for her. She hugged me and put her favorite red scarf around my neck. She told me I was her favorite sister, it didn’t matter that I was her only sister. I jumped in my car, cranked up the music and waved at her as I headed the few blocks back to our High School.
As I was pulling into the school, some of my softball teammates were just leaving. A lot of the girls always stayed behind as long as possible to flirt with Coach Summers. They waved and yelled, “Hey Beth. Have a good weekend.” I was certain I had just misunderstood them. I parked in the spot we always parked in, got out of my car and headed into the science building. Just as I reached for the door handle, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end and I became suddenly afraid. I was about to decide to run back to my car when he grabbed me. He put a cold, wet, foul-smelling rag up to my nose and mouth.
I came to in a place I did not recognize. My head was really foggy, it was hard to keep my eyes open. I smelled wet earth, and heard running water, where had he taken me? The person that grabbed me had his back to me, but I still knew who it was. To say I was shocked would be a large understatement. He was speaking softly, unaware that I was awake. I closed my eyes in hopes that he would not realize I was coming around. He was talking to himself about my sister. I could not hear everything he was saying, but I distinctly heard my sister’s name several times. As I listened, I came to realize he thought I was Beth! I decided then and there to not let him know who I really was. If I could protect my sister, I would…at any cost.
Without notice, he jerked around and saw me looking at him. His usually handsome face was contorted into an unholy snarl. He began talking to ‘Beth’, telling her all about how much he wanted her to stay with him forever. He began telling her how much he loved her. The entire time, I knew that he was going to kill Beth, well…me. I waited in hopes he would turn back around. I was going to make a run for it, even if I didn’t have any idea where I was. The only thing I was sure of was that I did not want to die.
He approached me with that same evil look on his face. As he reached his hand out to touch my cheek, I flinched. I knew I had made a mistake the instant I did it. He drew his hand back and slapped me so hard, I heard a crack from my cheek bone. I felt blood run down my face. I began to cry, as he reached for the scarf around my neck. It was then that I realized why he thought I was Beth. She gave me her scarf, the one she was always wearing. He began tightening the scarf around my neck. As I looked him in the eyes, my hair fell back from my face. I saw the moment he realized his mistake, he had seen my birthmark. He looked me in the eyes and said; “Bella?” He was completely caught off guard. He was confused, how could I not be Beth?
I felt his grip loosen, and I took my chance. He was not expecting me to try escape. I got away. I ran as fast as I could, but it was dark and there were lots of tunnels. I was still unsure of where I was. I turned to look behind me, I did not see him. Just then I ran into something solid. I thought it was a wall, but then arms as strong as steel bands wrapped around me. He found me. He knew where we were and how to get around in here. I was at disadvantage, not the least of which was whatever drugs he used to sedate me. I felt a small prick in my left arm and then I couldn’t move. I was awake, but I had no ability to move my limbs.
He put me on the ground and began to talk to me again. He told me that he was sorry I had gotten brought into this. He said he never had any reason to hurt me, and if he could he would let me go. He just kept apologizing all the while he was moving around. I could not turn my head to see what he was doing, but I could hear him moving around. Then he was above me, with Beth’s scarf. He began wrapping it around my neck as he continued to tell me how sorry he was. I knew my end was near, but I was helpless to do anything to stop it. He began tightening the scarf around my neck. Just as the world was fading, I looked him in his eyes. I was determined that he would remember me for the rest of his life. He looked back at me and my last thought was that he didn’t care. He was cold and heartless. He said: “I really am sorry, Bella.”