Twin Day
Sam and his twin sister had always experienced the usual sychronization many pairs of twins experience. If Sam scraped his knee, his sister would cry. If Sam's parents yelled at him, his sister would feel personally offended and fight in his defense. If Sam had a broken heart, his sister didn't feel quite right, and tended to mope around the house eating chocolate and comforting icecream. So when Sam's twin was involved in a hit and run in which she was mauled by a truck, Sam didn't feel anything. Instead, he felt brain dead.
Sam's parents went through the standard grieving process. Denial, acceptance, and moving on to the best of their ability. Sam did, too. However, what people didn't understand was the lack of activity going on in his brain was barely connected to his dead twin. His thoughts dedicated themselves to her at times during the day. When passing her untouched bedroom, or seeing her empty desk in the chemistry class they both happened to be in. It wasn't that he was consumed of thoughts of her, or that he felt numb from the pain of her death. Instead, it was a deadly feeling. His thoughts showed an endless black pit. Weeks of this forced him to come to the conclusion that his sister had gone to some type of hell.

Hannah opened her eyes to gusty winds and sand blowing into her eyes. The world whizzed by her as she was swept into a tunnel of...cars, trees, and buildings. It was only after she picked her head up and turned around that she realized she was on a highway. With a shriek, she fell off of the windshield of a car, rolling onto the street. To her right, another body flew into the air and landed besides her. Realizing she did not have a scratch, Hannah sprinted, tripping over her feet, to the person laying on the pavement. Hannah watched as a pool of blood had begun to collect in a sphere around the matted hair of a girl.
"Are you okay?!"
The girl failed to respond. Panicking, Hannah reached for the cellphone she kept in her right ugg boot. Coincidently, it had begun to ring just as she took it out to dial 911. It was her mom's number.
"Hello mom? There's been an accident. I'm okay please call 911 I dont know what to do I'm all alone here and some girl is on the floor bleeding and not answering me and I'm freaking out I don't even know where the driver of the car went..."
"Hannah?"
"Mom, did you hear anything I just said?"
"Hannah, I think we have a bad connection. I just wanted to check where you are. It's getting late and I can't hear anything you're saying. So if you hear me, just text me when you're coming home please."
"Mom? I'm here! Mom..."
The line went dead. Hannah quickly dialed 911. When the operator answered, she too could not hear Hannah's voice on the other end of the line. Panicked, Hannah turned her attention to the girl sprawled out onto the floor. She felt her cold skin, and noticed her lips had turned a deep purple. Reluctantly, Hannah turned the girl to her side, as her face was smashed into the pavement. She was met with blood-crusted eyelashes and a nose so badly mangled that white bone showed through the skin. However, this could not prevent Hannah from realizing the obvious. This girl had her face.