Come To Light

I

"Let me tell you the story of how I lost my sister and best friend in the world to a lakeside house. "

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you," my mother sang to my sister and me as she walked into our conjoined bedroom. I pulled the blanket over my head and snuggled closer to my bed, but Daddy wouldn't let me have it.

"Come on, Selene, it's time to get up," he said. "We still have Grandpa's funeral to attend."

With a sigh of reluctance, I threw my feet over the side of my bed and hopped off. I walked over to my walk-in closet, pulled a black pantsuit off of its hanger, and proceeded to my bathroom to shower, change, and dress. As I walked downstairs from my bedroom, I saw my twin, Celestia. She was wearing a black knee-length sleeveless dress with a sun on the hip. Looking at us, we are identical, but yet we are complete opposite, yet we compliment each other.

"Really, Bast? A pantsuit?" she asked me. I nodded, smiling at her.

"You know how I feel about dresses; plus, I look fine in this," I replied. She walks up to me and touches the crescent moon above my left breast. We stand there silently when our parents come down the stairs.

"You girls ready?" Dad asks. We nod and head for the door; we hop into the SUV and head to Dome Valley cemetery, where the funeral is being held. As we drove up to the funeral, Mom turned to face us.

"It's a close casket funeral," she said. We immediately understood what she meant. We filed out of the car and walked up to where the other members of our family stood. The moment we stopped, my head began to throb.

"Look the celestial twins decided to grace us with their presence," our cousin Kaleb sneered, earning a chuckle from the rest of the others. I clutched the sides of my head as visions and images flashed through my mind.

"Are you okay, dear?" Mom asked.

"Y-yeah, just a little headache," I answered. Celestia grabbed my hand, and I clung to it for dear life. As the service ended, our grandfather's attorney, a crocked old man, waddled up to us.

"May I speak to you all in my office, please?" he stated.

We piled into our cars and followed him to his office. Walking into the building, we took the elevator to the fifth floor. The lights flickered, and a ghostly voice moaned into my ear. I grabbed Celestia's hand. The elevator dinged, and we walked out and into the lawyer's office.

"Selene, Celestia, and Kaleb, have a seat," he said, indicating to the three chairs in front of him. He was never fond of the other kids in the family as they all 'borrowed' money from him for one thing or another. From 'funding' their newest business venture to bailing half of them out of debt and bankruptcy. Opening the letter, he parted his dry, chapped lips and read.

"To the twins, Selene and Celestia, I leave half of my assets to each twin, my business and my lakeside house in Black Moon Valley as a gift. To Kaleb, I leave a fifteen-hundred dollar investment in new upcoming business. You may do with it as you please,". He closed the letter back up and looked at us.

"What!" Kaleb roared, "Why do they get everything and all I get is a bloody investment!"

Kaleb, like the others, is an i***t. He doesn't realize that the investment, if managed right, would set him up for life.

"I am sorry, young man, for how you feel, but those were the instructions left by your late grandfather."

"Even in death, the old man dares to mock me," he growled, storming out of the office, his parents in tow. As we got up to leave, he called out to us,

"Young masters, Selene and Celestia, one more thing: your grandfather requested that you spend a long weekend at the house with seven chosen friends." I turned to Celestia, the same look of confusion painting her face.