Mother Nature’s bitter cold tries to chill me to the bone, but she goes unnoticed as I stare down at the woman lying in a pool of blood before me. The woman is tall and slender with dark blond hair and a tan complexion. Her eyes are closed, but I know they are brown, just as I know she is 5’11” and loves German food. I know because the woman lying before me, is me.
I don’t know how it happened. I’m not a ghost and I don’t have a twin. But somehow, someway, I’m lying there lifeless on the ground, and yet it’s not me. I know why it happened, though. They got the wrong girl. So now I’m going to have to find them so they can get it right this time.