He woke up, drenched in sweat. Same old bed, same old room.
Same old nightmare that had left nothing but voices, always unwanted companions.
He stared at the ceiling, the remains of the dream lingering in his head.
Why did that “me” felt so out of place?
JustBilly'sTwinJustBilly'sTwinJustBilly'sTwinJustBilly'sTwinJustBilly'sTwin. He could still hear the echo of that ugly mantra.
And then, once more, he asked himself if he really was nothing more than “Just Billy’s Twin”.
Like always, the answer didn’t come.