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Moira had always been the friend that I had been the most hesitant about. The friend that every so often would say a phrase or give me a look that would make me shiver and feel uncomfortable, like she was worming her way into my brain and sitting there. Like there was something she wanted from me that she was digging around in my mind to try and find.

But, I felt bad about thinking of ending my friendship with her because she hadn’t really ever done anything to hurt me or spite me. It was just those looks or words every so often. So I would manage to shrug it off and convince myself I was just being silly or paranoid. Each time it would take longer and longer to convince myself of that, but I always managed to work through it.

Moira was a quiet person, preferring to watch and observe and rarely contributing to conversation. She seemed content to sit there and soak up the conversation, absorbing it through her skin and sifting it around her in brain, filtering out anything she didn’t find particularly interesting and lingering on the more salient points. She was easily influenced by other’s opinions, often changing hers in rapid succession with ours as if to try and fit in in her own group. We’d told her multiple times that she didn’t need to do that; that we didn’t care whether her opinions were different from ours. She’d looked at us with a strange, vacant stare that had made me uneasy and just nodded slowly, her eyes drifting from each one of us so purposefully I thought she was planning something.

Maybe I should have realised something was wrong a long time ago.

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“So how did you guys feel about that test?”

Caroline shrugged, pushing her glasses back up her nose. “I didn’t think it was too bad.”

Erica laughed. “Of course it wasn’t for you, you nerd.”

“I resent that. I am not a nerd.” Caroline drew herself up. “I am a geek.”

We burst out laughing and Caroline looked at us with mock condescension; biting her lip to hide the grin that was threatening to take over her face. I opened my mouth to make a comment but to my surprise Moira got there ahead of me.

“Too true Caroline.” She giggled. Her eyes flicked from her to me with a deliberateness that made me hesitate for just a moment.

Erica laughed. “Looks like she beat you to your own catchphrase, Molly.”

I pulled myself together and grinned. “I was just about to say Moira, that’s my line.”

Moira smiled mysteriously. “Maybe it’s not just our looks that are similar then.”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

Moira shrugged, keeping steady eye contact with me. A slight flicker of something cold and unnerving ran its’ fingers down my back, caressing me lightly but with just enough pressure to make me twitch. Her dark blue eyes were completely unreadable and that only made me feel more uncomfortable. “We do look a little similar.”

Caroline and Erica looked between us, a bright bud of realisation blooming in their eyes. “She’s right you know.” Caroline said in surprise. “I never noticed it before. You guys have the same hair and your cheekbones are almost identical.”

Erica nodded in agreement. “The shape of your eyes too, they’re really similar.”

I looked back at Moira, seeing for the first time the similarities between us. Her hair was longer than mine and a different shade of brown, but it was wavy and thick just like mine. Our skin was the same pale colour, though mine was slightly red as I was still recovering from a bad sunburn. Erica was right, our cheekbones were quite similar, being quite high up and our eyes were the same, though hers were a slightly rounder shape. I tilted my head to the side and with a giggle Moira did the same. My eyes widened slightly.

Caroline laughed, moving over to look at us from a closer vantage point. “Jeeze, it’s almost like looking in a mirror! Erica, come look.”

Erica moved over, tucking her inky black hair behind her ear. “Wow you guys, how did we never notice this before? You could be sisters!”

I laughed, pushing my hair back from my face. “What do you think Moira?”

Moira’s gaze lingered on me for a fraction longer than it should have, making that icy hand caress me lovingly once more. Then she turned to the others and laughed naturally. “I wish!”

The group once more descended into laughter and chatter, but as I took part I could feel her strange gaze on me, my skin prickling as if thousands of tiny insects were crawling over my body. When I finally looked back up at her a gleam of what looked like triumph seeped into her eyes before it vanished in an instant and she turned her head away.

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I took my test paper in my hands, sighing in relief when I saw the large red A in the corner of the page. “Thank God,” I muttered, tucking it away in my bag as I made my way to the next lecture, feeling immensely more calm than I had that morning.

I hummed as I walked, not really taking in the surroundings as my feet trod the well-worn path to the science building. I had managed to get over how weird I was feeling last week and was convinced I had just been imagining things or I was watching too may horror movies and was just being paranoid.

As I traveled on this train of thought I bumped into Moira, who was staring intently at a piece of paper and scowling. “Hey Moira! Everything okay?”

She looked up at me and quickly rearranged her features into a polite smile, though something wild and angry was smoldering in her eyes. I almost stepped back. “Oh, it’s fine. I didn’t exactly do so well on the physics test though, so I’m a little bummed.”

I patted her on the shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t beat yourself up, it was a tough test.”

“I suppose…” She ran her fingers through her hair.

I did a double take. “Moira, did you cut your hair?”

“Oh yeah!” She smiled and flicked it behind her shoulders. “I only had it done a couple days ago, I’m really pleased with it. What do you think?”

“It’s…” I paused as I took it in. It was almost exactly the same length as mine and fell around her face the same way mine did. In fact, I could almost think that was me if I saw her from the back. The hair rose on my arms and I worked to hide a weird feeling that was making my stomach twist into knots. “It looks really great, Moira! I love it.” I grinned painfully.

“Thank you! Don’t copy me.” She teased, winking cheekily. Her eyes glinted with malice and bile rose in my throat. However, the look was gone so quickly that I couldn’t really be sure if I’d even seen it in the first place.

“I uh…I wouldn’t dream of it.” I smiled weakly.

Moira checked her watch and her eyes widened. “Shit, I’m running late I’ll have to catch up with you later. Oh wait!” She looked back up at me. “I didn’t ask; how did your test go?”

“Oh, I uh, I got an A.”

“Trust you to get an A.” She giggled, elbowing me playfully.

I looked down with an embarrassed smile. “No no, it was just a fluke I bet.”

“You? Yeah right!” She flipped back her hair. “Man, sometimes I wish I was you.”

I laughed and blushed, looking up and expecting to find her laughing as well. But she wasn’t. Her face was stony and serious, her eyes looking into mine so intensely it was like she was trying to see into my soul. Ice water rushed over my body and I stammered a goodbye and hurried away. It didn’t matter that I was going the wrong way, I just wanted to get out from underneath her unsettling gaze.

Even when I had turned the corner I could feel her eyes on me.

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Over the next few weeks it became harder and harder to try and convince myself that I was imagining things. Her hair, now so much like mine was making people all over school think she was me. This wouldn’t normally other me, but she didn’t even try to correct them from what I had seen. She would just nod and smile, twirling her hair in her fingers the way I did and replying naturally until they went away.

When we were together I noticed she began sitting like me, moving her hands like I did and even laughing like me. Even Erica and Caroline began mixing us up and marvelling at how alike we looked. Every time they did she would look at me with a mixture of triumph and anticipation in her icy blue eyes that would make me shiver and move away.

I began avoiding her but she seemed to be everywhere I went. The movies, the bookstore, the grocery store, the dentist. She would never say anything, never even acknowledge me. But every time I looked away from her I could feel her gaze on me and icy fingers sliding over my skin. I felt trapped, followed, watched. I could never get away from her, not even for a moment.

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“Moi-Molly, are you okay? You’ve been looking a little down lately.” Caroline looked up at me in concern, her brow furrowed.

I sat down next her, looking around the lecture theater anxiously as I did so even though I knew Moira didn’t take this class. “I-I’m fine.” I looked away and began taking my books out, unable to meet her gaze.

“Do I look like I was born yesterday? Something is seriously freaking you out!” She leaned close to me, trying to get me to look at her. “I’m worried. You haven’t been hanging out with us, we barely see you. Your grades are slipping and you look so pale and white all the time. We’re all really concerned.”

“Oh? All of you?” My eyes flickered to her.

She frowned and brushed some pale blonde hair away from her face. “What do you mean? Of course we all-” she paused. “Mol, is someone from the group bullying you?”

“No! No. No…” It came out weaker than I would have liked, but it seemed to placate her.

“Then what’s going on? You look like a ghost, like someone’s sucked your soul out of you.”

Well, you might be right about that.

“Nothing is going on Caroline. I’m fine.” I deadpanned. I couldn’t tell her that I was scared of Moira. That I thought she was planning something, that I thought she was out to get me somehow. Even if she did believe me, I couldn’t prove anything. Moira knew that and she was capitalising on it.

“Molly-” she began to appeal to me but the lecturer walked in and we had to stop talking.

I looked down and began taking notes, feeling her frustration and concern roll off her body in waves.

You’ve got me right where you want me, haven’t you Moira?

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That day we decided to all walk home together and I agreed, more to convince Caroline that everything was fine more than anything else. She had kept her eye on me through the entire lecture but had lost me as I rushed out with the sea of people to the next class with a curt goodbye. She was angry at me but I was too strung out to care. I wanted to go home. I needed to go home. I needed to be away from her.

When I walked to the meeting place I stopped dead and my mouth dropped open. A wave of dizziness washed over me and my breath escaped my chest in a rattling gasp.

My double stood before me.

Our hair was exactly identical, styled the same way and almost the exact same colour. A double of my bag hung from her shoulders and an almost exact double of my outfit adorned her frame. The only difference between us was that where I was pale and wasted and tired she was glowing and full of life, her smile – my smile – stretching across her face and her eyes – my eyes – shimmering with triumph and malice.

I moved closer, trying to regain my composure and my breath.

“H-Hi guys.”

“Hey! Oh my gosh Mol, look at Moira! You two look almost exactly the same, you’re like twins!” Erica jumped in her excitement, pushing me next to her. I trembled as I stood next to her as I tried to hide my terror. Moira flashed her a look of annoyance.

“Y-yeah.” I smiled weakly. “Twins.”

“You two are adorable!”

I shrugged. “Guess-guess we just have good taste.”

They laughed and we began walking. Moira was full of life, more than I’d ever seen before. She talked and laughed and gestured with her hands, making jokes that made the other two girls giggle. I could have been happy for her if it wasn’t an almost exact replica of the way I would act. Instead all I could feel was fear and confusion, and as Caroline and Erica’s house drew closer my stomach twisted painfully as I imagined the last few streets I’d have to walk down alone with her.

Moira’s eyes kept flashing to me every so often. Look they said. Look at this. What use is there for two of you? I could almost hear a laugh in my head.

I scowled, anger filling my veins and flooding through my body as I watched her mimic me so perfectly to my friends. I’ll finish this, I swore to myself. I’ll finish you. I’m not going to be afraid of you anymore. My hands curled into fists and red swam across my vision. My heart beat so fast my fingers were going numb and my head felt slightly fuzzy.

Caroline and Erica turned down their street, leaving us alone.

I’ve got you now.

We walked in silence for a while. She looked straight ahead and I looked straight at her, glaring at her hatefully. She was pretending not to notice, but she knew. She knew how I was looking at her.

Just keep pretending, bitch. I have all day to deal with you.

A slightly manic snarl stretched across my face. My fingers tightened.

We turned down a side street and that was when I struck.

As soon as we were out of sight of the main road my hand flew out and grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks and pulling her towards me. She cried out and stumbled, falling to the pavement. “What-what are you doing?!” Her (my) voice was high and scared, her (my) eyes so wide I could see the whites all around. My head swam and I tightened my grip, making her wince. “S-stop it!”

“You stop it!” I hissed, leaning in so close our faces were almost touching. “What the hell have you been playing at the past two months? Following me around and copying my every move and giving me those looks?”

“I-I don’t understand, I-I…” Her (my) eyes wheeled around, looking desperately to see if anyone was coming.

“STOP WITH THIS BULLSHIT, MOIRA!” I yelled, dangerously close to the edge. My grip tightened, my nails digging into her skin. “WHY HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THIS?”

“W-what?” She whispered. “What are you going on about? You’re Moira. I’m Molly.”

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Moira had always been the friend that I had been the most hesitant about. The friend that every so often would say a phrase or give me a look that would make me shiver and feel uncomfortable, like she was worming her way into my brain and sitting there. Like there was something she wanted from me that she was digging around in my mind to try and find.

But, I felt bad about thinking of ending my friendship with her because she hadn’t really ever done anything to hurt me or spite me. It was just those looks or words every so often. So I would manage to shrug it off and convince myself I was just being silly or paranoid. Each time it would take longer and longer to convince myself of that, but I always managed to work through it.

Moira was a quiet person, preferring to watch and observe and rarely contributing to conversation. She seemed content to sit there and soak up the conversation, absorbing it through her skin and sifting it around her in brain, filtering out anything she didn’t find particularly interesting and lingering on the more salient points. She was easily influenced by other’s opinions, often changing hers in rapid succession with ours as if to try and fit in in her own group. We’d told her multiple times that she didn’t need to do that; that we didn’t care whether her opinions were different from ours. She’d looked at us with a strange, vacant stare that had made me uneasy and just nodded slowly, her eyes drifting from each one of us so purposefully I thought she was planning something.

Maybe I should have realised something was wrong a long time ago.

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“So how did you guys feel about that test?”

Caroline shrugged, pushing her glasses back up her nose. “I didn’t think it was too bad.”

Erica laughed. “Of course it wasn’t for you, you nerd.”

“I resent that. I am not a nerd.” Caroline drew herself up. “I am a geek.”

We burst out laughing and Caroline looked at us with mock condescension; biting her lip to hide the grin that was threatening to take over her face. I opened my mouth to make a comment but to my surprise Moira got there ahead of me.

“Too true Caroline.” She giggled. Her eyes flicked from her to me with a deliberateness that made me hesitate for just a moment.

Erica laughed. “Looks like she beat you to your own catchphrase, Molly.”

I pulled myself together and grinned. “I was just about to say Moira, that’s my line.”

Moira smiled mysteriously. “Maybe it’s not just our looks that are similar then.”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

Moira shrugged, keeping steady eye contact with me. A slight flicker of something cold and unnerving ran its’ fingers down my back, caressing me lightly but with just enough pressure to make me twitch. Her dark blue eyes were completely unreadable and that only made me feel more uncomfortable. “We do look a little similar.”

Caroline and Erica looked between us, a bright bud of realisation blooming in their eyes. “She’s right you know.” Caroline said in surprise. “I never noticed it before. You guys have the same hair and your cheekbones are almost identical.”

Erica nodded in agreement. “The shape of your eyes too, they’re really similar.”

I looked back at Moira, seeing for the first time the similarities between us. Her hair was longer than mine and a different shade of brown, but it was wavy and thick just like mine. Our skin was the same pale colour, though mine was slightly red as I was still recovering from a bad sunburn. Erica was right, our cheekbones were quite similar, being quite high up and our eyes were the same, though hers were a slightly rounder shape. I tilted my head to the side and with a giggle Moira did the same. My eyes widened slightly.

Caroline laughed, moving over to look at us from a closer vantage point. “Jeeze, it’s almost like looking in a mirror! Erica, come look.”

Erica moved over, tucking her inky black hair behind her ear. “Wow you guys, how did we never notice this before? You could be sisters!”

I laughed, pushing my hair back from my face. “What do you think Moira?”

Moira’s gaze lingered on me for a fraction longer than it should have, making that icy hand caress me lovingly once more. Then she turned to the others and laughed naturally. “I wish!”

The group once more descended into laughter and chatter, but as I took part I could feel her strange gaze on me, my skin prickling as if thousands of tiny insects were crawling over my body. When I finally looked back up at her a gleam of what looked like triumph seeped into her eyes before it vanished in an instant and she turned her head away.

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I took my test paper in my hands, sighing in relief when I saw the large red A in the corner of the page. “Thank God,” I muttered, tucking it away in my bag as I made my way to the next lecture, feeling immensely more calm than I had that morning.

I hummed as I walked, not really taking in the surroundings as my feet trod the well-worn path to the science building. I had managed to get over how weird I was feeling last week and was convinced I had just been imagining things or I was watching too may horror movies and was just being paranoid.

As I traveled on this train of thought I bumped into Moira, who was staring intently at a piece of paper and scowling. “Hey Moira! Everything okay?”

She looked up at me and quickly rearranged her features into a polite smile, though something wild and angry was smoldering in her eyes. I almost stepped back. “Oh, it’s fine. I didn’t exactly do so well on the physics test though, so I’m a little bummed.”

I patted her on the shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t beat yourself up, it was a tough test.”

“I suppose…” She ran her fingers through her hair.

I did a double take. “Moira, did you cut your hair?”

“Oh yeah!” She smiled and flicked it behind her shoulders. “I only had it done a couple days ago, I’m really pleased with it. What do you think?”

“It’s…” I paused as I took it in. It was almost exactly the same length as mine and fell around her face the same way mine did. In fact, I could almost think that was me if I saw her from the back. The hair rose on my arms and I worked to hide a weird feeling that was making my stomach twist into knots. “It looks really great, Moira! I love it.” I grinned painfully.

“Thank you! Don’t copy me.” She teased, winking cheekily. Her eyes glinted with malice and bile rose in my throat. However, the look was gone so quickly that I couldn’t really be sure if I’d even seen it in the first place.

“I uh…I wouldn’t dream of it.” I smiled weakly.

Moira checked her watch and her eyes widened. “Shit, I’m running late I’ll have to catch up with you later. Oh wait!” She looked back up at me. “I didn’t ask; how did your test go?”

“Oh, I uh, I got an A.”

“Trust you to get an A.” She giggled, elbowing me playfully.

I looked down with an embarrassed smile. “No no, it was just a fluke I bet.”

“You? Yeah right!” She flipped back her hair. “Man, sometimes I wish I was you.”

I laughed and blushed, looking up and expecting to find her laughing as well. But she wasn’t. Her face was stony and serious, her eyes looking into mine so intensely it was like she was trying to see into my soul. Ice water rushed over my body and I stammered a goodbye and hurried away. It didn’t matter that I was going the wrong way, I just wanted to get out from underneath her unsettling gaze.

Even when I had turned the corner I could feel her eyes on me.

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Over the next few weeks it became harder and harder to try and convince myself that I was imagining things. Her hair, now so much like mine was making people all over school think she was me. This wouldn’t normally other me, but she didn’t even try to correct them from what I had seen. She would just nod and smile, twirling her hair in her fingers the way I did and replying naturally until they went away.

When we were together I noticed she began sitting like me, moving her hands like I did and even laughing like me. Even Erica and Caroline began mixing us up and marvelling at how alike we looked. Every time they did she would look at me with a mixture of triumph and anticipation in her icy blue eyes that would make me shiver and move away.

I began avoiding her but she seemed to be everywhere I went. The movies, the bookstore, the grocery store, the dentist. She would never say anything, never even acknowledge me. But every time I looked away from her I could feel her gaze on me and icy fingers sliding over my skin. I felt trapped, followed, watched. I could never get away from her, not even for a moment.

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“Moi-Molly, are you okay? You’ve been looking a little down lately.” Caroline looked up at me in concern, her brow furrowed.

I sat down next her, looking around the lecture theater anxiously as I did so even though I knew Moira didn’t take this class. “I-I’m fine.” I looked away and began taking my books out, unable to meet her gaze.

“Do I look like I was born yesterday? Something is seriously freaking you out!” She leaned close to me, trying to get me to look at her. “I’m worried. You haven’t been hanging out with us, we barely see you. Your grades are slipping and you look so pale and white all the time. We’re all really concerned.”

“Oh? All of you?” My eyes flickered to her.

She frowned and brushed some pale blonde hair away from her face. “What do you mean? Of course we all-” she paused. “Mol, is someone from the group bullying you?”

“No! No. No…” It came out weaker than I would have liked, but it seemed to placate her.

“Then what’s going on? You look like a ghost, like someone’s sucked your soul out of you.”

Well, you might be right about that.

“Nothing is going on Caroline. I’m fine.” I deadpanned. I couldn’t tell her that I was scared of Moira. That I thought she was planning something, that I thought she was out to get me somehow. Even if she did believe me, I couldn’t prove anything. Moira knew that and she was capitalising on it.

“Molly-” she began to appeal to me but the lecturer walked in and we had to stop talking.

I looked down and began taking notes, feeling her frustration and concern roll off her body in waves.

You’ve got me right where you want me, haven’t you Moira?

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That day we decided to all walk home together and I agreed, more to convince Caroline that everything was fine more than anything else. She had kept her eye on me through the entire lecture but had lost me as I rushed out with the sea of people to the next class with a curt goodbye. She was angry at me but I was too strung out to care. I wanted to go home. I needed to go home. I needed to be away from her.

When I walked to the meeting place I stopped dead and my mouth dropped open. A wave of dizziness washed over me and my breath escaped my chest in a rattling gasp.

My double stood before me.

Our hair was exactly identical, styled the same way and almost the exact same colour. A double of my bag hung from her shoulders and an almost exact double of my outfit adorned her frame. The only difference between us was that where I was pale and wasted and tired she was glowing and full of life, her smile – my smile – stretching across her face and her eyes – my eyes – shimmering with triumph and malice.

I moved closer, trying to regain my composure and my breath.

“H-Hi guys.”

“Hey! Oh my gosh Mol, look at Moira! You two look almost exactly the same, you’re like twins!” Erica jumped in her excitement, pushing me next to her. I trembled as I stood next to her as I tried to hide my terror. Moira flashed her a look of annoyance.

“Y-yeah.” I smiled weakly. “Twins.”

“You two are adorable!”

I shrugged. “Guess-guess we just have good taste.”

They laughed and we began walking. Moira was full of life, more than I’d ever seen before. She talked and laughed and gestured with her hands, making jokes that made the other two girls giggle. I could have been happy for her if it wasn’t an almost exact replica of the way I would act. Instead all I could feel was fear and confusion, and as Caroline and Erica’s house drew closer my stomach twisted painfully as I imagined the last few streets I’d have to walk down alone with her.

Moira’s eyes kept flashing to me every so often. Look they said. Look at this. What use is there for two of you? I could almost hear a laugh in my head.

I scowled, anger filling my veins and flooding through my body as I watched her mimic me so perfectly to my friends. I’ll finish this, I swore to myself. I’ll finish you. I’m not going to be afraid of you anymore. My hands curled into fists and red swam across my vision. My heart beat so fast my fingers were going numb and my head felt slightly fuzzy.

Caroline and Erica turned down their street, leaving us alone.

I’ve got you now.

We walked in silence for a while. She looked straight ahead and I looked straight at her, glaring at her hatefully. She was pretending not to notice, but she knew. She knew how I was looking at her.

Just keep pretending, bitch. I have all day to deal with you.

A slightly manic snarl stretched across my face. My fingers tightened.

We turned down a side street and that was when I struck.

As soon as we were out of sight of the main road my hand flew out and grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks and pulling her towards me. She cried out and stumbled, falling to the pavement. “What-what are you doing?!” Her (my) voice was high and scared, her (my) eyes so wide I could see the whites all around. My head swam and I tightened my grip, making her wince. “S-stop it!”

“You stop it!” I hissed, leaning in so close our faces were almost touching. “What the hell have you been playing at the past two months? Following me around and copying my every move and giving me those looks?”

“I-I don’t understand, I-I…” Her (my) eyes wheeled around, looking desperately to see if anyone was coming.

“STOP WITH THIS BULLSHIT, MOIRA!” I yelled, dangerously close to the edge. My grip tightened, my nails digging into her skin. “WHY HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THIS?”

“W-what?” She whispered. “What are you going on about? You’re Moira. I’m Molly.”