Lunar

Our car pulls up to the driveway and I stick my head out of the window like a dog. My parents open their doors and I speed out right after them. “Hello New House” I wave at the wall of my brand new house which has finger like vines clutching it tight. I scoot over to the door and knock three times. The sound echoes through the house giving me chills. Mum unlocks the door for me and we all enter and I gogle at the soft rugs and armchairs. When I see the stairs I declare that 
“I’m going to go pick my room” mum, being heavily pregnant, goes to the bathroom but mommy runs after me, trying to catch me.
 “Come back here you little squiggly worm.” I giggle as I open doors and finally arrive at the perfect bedroom. It’s so gorgeous. The window has a mini bed, the main bed being fit for a queen and the curtains are a crimson red.
 “I call this one.” 
“Are you sure?” 
“Yes mommy. Mum can’t even get up here anyway, so you girls have to be on a lower floor.”
“I have to agree with you there. But don’t you want to see what else is here?”
“I do.” And I keep running up stairs and down corridors, bumping into a few portraits of old dudes. Soon I arrive at an attic, where all the furniture is 100 times older then the rest of the house. It’s so dusty I can barely see what some items are. The window is cracked and broken and the roof seems to be close to collapsing. I notice a small box on a table next to an armchair. The box is barely visible so I get closer and see that it is the size of A5 paper. I don’t think and take it in my hands to investigate in my room later.
 “Did you find anything interesting?” Asks mum.
“Not really.” I feel like the box is meant to be a secret. Especially what is inside. 
“Well, can you find a room where I can sleep, honey? I’m just so tired. And to think I’m only 6 months along.”
 “Me or mommy?”
“Both of you.”
“Yes mam.” Mommy kisses her.
 “Come on purple girl. We have a mission. Finding the comfiest bed on this floor.” And we go back to searching the house.


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After dinner, I bring my stuff up to my room and unpack, my mind only on the box. When I get to opening it, I find it’s rusted shut. Oh gobbledegook. I pry and pry at it until I eventually make the lid come completely clean off its hinges and whistle innocently. I peer inside to see a bunch of old letters. Boring. I’ll read one to see who wrote it.
“March 1950. Melissa showed herself today but her beautiful face had faded. She was wearing a thin white dress like an angel, and her black hair contrasted it. I wanted to give her one last kiss, but remembered…” the writing here is covered in red ink so I can not read it. “I let her float away into the sky.” That doesn’t make sense. Girls can’t just float into the sky. I check the back of all the notes until I see one with a name. „Richard Henderson” Henderson was mommy’s surname before she married. Could this be my grandfather or great grandfather? I rush down the stairs and into the living room where mum and mommy are playing uno.
 „Mommy. Was your dads name Richard?”
 „No baby, Richard was my grandfather.” Something seemed to dawn on her face
 „How do you know that?” 
„Was this his house once?” 
„maybe. I never knew him really. It would be a funny coincidence if he had been here before us."
„Oh honey, can we have a little break from uno. I need to pee.” 
„Of course. Violet, how did you know that Richard was related to me.”
„ I don’t know. I just guessed,  I guess.”
 „Right we’ll drop the topic for now. But not forever.” 
With that I go back to my room and read the other notes and letters.„Mom died last night.” „Dad died yesterday” „Aunt Laura died” I read aloud. This person had the most unfortune I have ever seen. „We went bankrupt.”„I died exactly 49 hours and 6 minutes ago.”
A voice above me asks „can you help me violet? I haven’t eaten or slept in a decade.”
„How do you know my name?”„I heard your parents talking.” 
„How could I help you?” I ask hesitantly.
 „Come back to the attic and I’ll tell you.”
„ok.” I go back up to the attic, this time fearful of the gloom. 
„I have no body. Can I use yours?”
„Excuse me?” A cold wind punches my lungs and my head feels foggy and heavy.
 „We’re roommates.” I say, but I didn’t think it. 
„Who are you?”
„Your new friend. I’ll help you with anything you need, as long as we can share your body.”
„Ok…” 
„Lets go eat. I haven’t eaten in years.”
„Ok, but you have to stay quiet.
”„Your lips are sealed from my talking.” Can it hear my thoughts? I think. I can. It replies mentally. I’m a bit like my mum. I have two souls in my body. But you mum can’t mentally talk to her baby, but you can talk to me. Or rather, think to me. I gulp as I reach the last step. My head feels busy and my eyes foggy, like I need glasses. Stay shush, understand? Understood.
 „Mum can I have” I start but my other half finishes
 „some salmon and broccoli and potatoes and mushroom sause? Plus some chicken and maybe some soup.”
 „Umm, sure honey, anything you want. I’ll order some.” She clicks her phone. Seriously? I told you to stay quiet. Sorry. I’m having terrible cravings today. Me too. I think I want the same food as you know you’re in my body. You mean our body? Sure, ok. Why didn’t you mention the garlic bread? I would hate for it to turn out you’re a vampire. The food comes later and I eat it all quickly, barely registering what I put in my mouth. Hey, what’s your name, can you slow down, we’ll choke. Firstly, I’m robin, second of all, I can’t choke, only you. Don’t you want to stay in my body? Of course I do. Oh, you need to stay alive for me to stay on your body. Got it. I roll my eyes.
 „Honey, are you feeling ok? You don’t usually like half this stuff, and you’re usually you get full very Quickly.”
 „I’m fine. It’s just the running around. I’m absolutely ok.”
 „Well it’s getting late, so off to bed, ok?” Then she whispers
 „you’re having cravings as bad as mine.”
 „Night mum. Night mommy.” And I go to bed. Night night violet.
 „Can you get out of me whilst I change.”
„We change. We’re one now.” This’ll be fun. I gulp.