I have a younger sister living inside my body.
For twenty years, I could always feel her presence.
Seven months ago, the doctors finally removed her, saying she was a teratoma.
I thought I was free, until tonight, when an evil voice cackled in my head:
“Stupid big sister, did you really think they cut me out?”
The sleeping pills slipped from my hand and hit the floor. My stomach cramped as if it were being twisted, and I felt something writhing inside me.
The voice kept calling me big sister, and the movements grew stronger and stronger.
“We came from the same fertilized egg. Why did you get to develop into a healthy person while I became nothing but a lump of rotten flesh?”
“When I grow back, your body will be mine.”
“I’ll take your place and enjoy your life.”
