Both doors open simultaneously revealing what’s inside. She saunters to the wardrobe and moves her fingers. “Oh, right, silly me!” she chortles ironically and slaps her forehead lightly. “I want the other thing you took from me.” “You can keep my body.” I say, trying to look determined. I look like Skipper, Barbie’s dumb sister.” “You have no idea of how ridiculous I feel. She laughs, finding amusing the knowledge of having me under her control. And don’t get me started with that annoying mole beneath the boobs! How did you manage to put up with it all this time? Don’t you know any good dermatologist?” “You’re not that great after all you have split ends in your hair and an incipient cellulite under your butt. “You mean this?” she says, pointing at her body, the body that was mine until a few days ago. “Uhm.” She starts walking up and down the room, arrogantly. “Give back what you took from me, Sheila.” I emphasize the name with hostility, to let her know that I am still fully conscious of who I am. She killed the lighthouse guardian on a whim. You know, I always had a bad temperament.” “He didn’t want to let me in and I got a little angry. My enemy kicks the lifeless body with disgust. A man is lying prone the wound on his side is deep. Tell me the truth you didn’t expect this little prank, did you?”Ī pool of blood widens at her feet. “I never thought I would have so much fun. She shakes her head and a wicked laugh escapes from her lips. “That is not my name.” I say in a serious tone while moving forward. Her golden blond hair is tied in a ponytail. She’s wearing jeans and a pink shirt with embroidered flowers. She pronounces that name with a derisory tone. “You’ve come at last, Sheila.” The girl gives me a smug smile. There’s a camp stove on a shelf, an iron bed with a blanket, a wardrobe gnawed by the moths. I open the door and I find myself in a round chamber, it’s the lighthouse keeper’s room. She is waiting for me and, in a while, one of us will die. My long, straight black hair has a bright purple highlight.
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My ears are full of piercings and I’m wearing a flashy silver cross around my neck. The clothes that I’m wearing are not mine: black leather pants, dark low-neck top that shows my breasts. My legs move on their own, they climb the stairs and lead me to the radiance. I look up and catch a glimpse of light coming from the room on top: that light seems more dazzling than the lighthouse itself. Its shape is almost surreal, blurred in the mist flowing up from the ocean, opaque like the last glimmer of a dream.
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