They didn’t make me do anything
“Do you remember the last time we saw each other, Trina?” Liza asked.
“Yeah, I think I do,” the woman said. “it was so long ago I started thinking it was all a dream before, but I remember when they took you away.” Liza nodded stone faced remembering that time.
“You were going away because you’d tried to set the house on fire again,” the woman asked. It was Liza’s turn to nod. “Why did you want to burn the house down?”
“I didn’t,” Liza said smiling.
“But you said,” Trina frowned.
“Lies,” Liza said, “one of us had to go.”
“You did it for me?” Trina sat shaking her head.
“No, I didn’t have a choice, but here we are. It was for the best.” The women stared at each other through the glass. Both watched the other closely for similarities. They could be twins their similarities were so alike.
“You think so?” Liza nodded her head. “Did you like your new home? Were they nice to you?”
Liza laughed but it sounded hollow. “Let’s put it this way. They fed me, they clothed me, and they kept a roof over my head. I guess you could call that nice.” After a long pause, “They taught me a lot. Some of it I could have done without, but it brought me to the real me.”
“This,” Trina said gesturing to the box she was in, “this is the real you?”
Liza nodded slowly.
“Shit, and I thought I was fucked up,” Trina said but there was no laughter.
“Yeah, well not everyone grows up with the Jefferson’s for parents living in a gingerbread house.”
‘What exactly do you do? Did they make you do?”
“They didn’t make me do anything, not at first” Liza said standing. She walked to the glass placing both her hands on the coolness. “This is all me, baby- all me.”
“You like to kill?”
Liza shrugged then took a few steps back to lean against the small table.
“Would you kill me?”
Liza looked at her sister for several moments then shrugged. “I don’t know, it depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“It depends on if they told me to.”
“Do you do everything they tell you to do?”
“Pretty much,” Liza said. “Don’t look so shocked. You can’t really judge, can you now?”
“I’m on a TV show, I don’t kill people.”
“You kill minds, spirits,” Liza said walking closer to the glass. “Oh sister dear, you most definitely kill.”
“It’s not the same thing.”
“Isn’t it,” Liza said sighing. “Look sin is sin as far as I’m concerned. I may kill people, but I kill them to keep people safe. I kill, I lie, I cheat, I steal, to make sure that you can sit on your couch in your Ugg boots and designer clothes, watching a big box stuffing your face with a bag of Doritos. Now you tell me whose wrong. Because I can stop any time. How about you? What would you do to keep those you care about safe?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what are you willing to give up,” Liza said. “I’ve given up everything. My life is not mine and never has been. Free will? Poof, what is that? I’ve never had it. Now, Trina, what are you willing to give up?”
“I’M IN A BOX!”
“Yeah,” Liza said. “Well, so am I.”
“Liza,” Trina sobbed, “I’m sorry you had to go through what happened to you, but I can’t- I don’t know what you fucking want from me.”
“I want you to give a damn,” Liza yelled. “I want you to give a damn about your life, your sister’s life, hell your daughter’s life. How much do you want your life back because,” shed said walking behind the small table this time to sit down in the chair. “I kind of like your life. You know I was planning on taking it from the very beginning. Killing you, and walking right in. Boom. I was this close too,” Liza said pinching two fingers together until they almost touched. “But they found me.”
“They,” she said. “Believe me you don’t want to know. Once you know there is no unknowing. If I told you it wouldn’t be good for you.” The two women were silent for several minutes. Outside it was dark but there were no windows to tell it. Liza didn’t have much time left, but she lingered.
“If you told me you’d have to kill me?” Trina smiled but it was a sad smile.
“Something like that,” Liza said.
“So what do I have to do to get out the box?” Trina asked.
Liza stood up and walked until her nose was nearly touching the glass.
“You have to stop thinking like you, and start thinking like me.”