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A couple of months ago my twin brother Tom went missing. I felt alone, like a part of me had gone, died. Like there was missing piece to a, well my, jigsaw. Understandable really, we had spent our whole lives together and suddenly he had just disappeared. Everyone thought he had run away because he was having a stressful time, at the time he first went missing. But I knew he wouldn't run away without telling me and he wouldn't do it spur of the moment if he did. It would be all planned out because he has to be very precise, and that's when he would have told me. You see me and Tom are really close and tell each other everything. I know him better than anyone else. If there was something wrong with Tom I could always tell because he would be really secretive and avoid me. On the Saturday day he went missing, there was nothing in his behaviour to make me suspicious and it was a perfectly normal day. Just one thing out of the ordinary happened; we all went out for the day; Me, Tom and Mum, to the local shopping centre. Me and Tom left mum to have a look about on our own and we kept seeing this same man, I don't think he knew we had seen him, but he had seen us. He kept in the crowd of people. He was quite big, that's why we kept noticing him, with unfeeling, dark brown eyes, his face matched his eyes; hard and stern, his brown hair was thinning out. We came home from shopping with nothing, (not surprising as we had no money) and had a couple of hours in front of the television watching an old war movie. Then Tom left to go to a party. And the last place he was seen was walking home from the party at about 10:00 that night.
I woke up that morning and pulled dressing gown and made my way down stairs to breakfast, my movements were slow, as I hadn't slept too well that night. I had a terrible feeling that something wasn't right. When I reached the kitchen it confirmed it, my instinct was right.
My mum is a sweet lady; she is quite young and usually very laid back. When I entered the kitchen I found her sitting on a stall at the kitchen table with the phone to her ear and big, red, puffy eyes. She was also very irritable as I found out when I asked; 'Mum, are you okay?' in a quiet voice.
'No I'm not okay, do I look okay to you?' She shouted. She gazed at me for a little while, I could hear the buzzing tone coming from the phone, she'd obviously been put on hold, and she hates that even at the best of times. 'I'm sorry love,' she muttered. 'It's your brother, he has gone missing. He didn't come home last night, I phoned Jack's mother who said he left okay and seemed fine when he went.' I was in shock, I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks but I didn't bother to brush them away. 'I'm on the phone to the Police, to get some help, or at least I'm trying to!' she raised her voice and glared at the phone. I thought to myself, what's the point in doing that? That's not going to bring him back is it? I spun around and ran back up the stairs into my bedroom; I flopped down onto my bed and closed my eyes. I then had a sudden rush of thoughts; Why would he leave without telling anyone? Why would he want to go? Where would he go? And then suddenly I had the worst thought, What if he didn't leave by choice? At that, my heart started pounding violently; it was so hard I could hear my heart beat in my ears.
I got off of my bed slowly and reached for my favourite picture of me and Tom. It is one of us when we were about six, sitting in the garden next to each other. Although we are non identical twins, obviously, we still look very similar; we both have wavy, dark hair and big brown eyes. In the picture my hair is very long, down to my lower back and very straggly at the ends and Tom's hair is very short. A lot different from our current age of thirteen, where my hair is now at shoulder length and Tom's longer than it should be for school. I put the picture back and clambered back onto my bed, closing my eyes really tight, hoping it was a dream and that I would wake up any minute and everything would be fine.
A few minutes later I heard a voice, it didn't register at first. Suddenly it clicked and I remembered the voice, it was Toms! I snapped open my eyes and saw him sitting at the end of my bed, he was very pale, almost translucent, and a bit fussy, he was looking concerned, it looked as if he was in mid conversation with himself, but then I realised he was talking to me.