Sometimes I dream
of you Big Sister, when
I'm sleeping. I like being able
to imagine anything I want…
even though it may not be true.
I dream a lot about when
you first found me, when spent
days on end talking about anything and
everything.
Those are the best, since it was the
first time we spoke to each other.
But there are other ones, bad ones.
Sometimes I dream of you dying
in front of me, the knife in my
hand still warm with your blood.
I'm not really happy in those, but
Amshel is.
One day, when I was awake in Paris,
Amshel took me on a walk in the country.
In a field, I saw a pair of girls playing,
one was in a pink dress and the other in a blue
one.
Guess what sister?
They were twins just like us!
They tasted so sweet, like candy, under the hot summer sun
that day.
I wish I could share these thoughts and memories
with you, so that you could learn more about
me. I'm not the cold-blooded killer you think I
am.
I also want to see your memories,
of how it felt like to dance in the sun
and eat all the food that you wanted.
I just wish Joel never found separated us
when we were kids.
That way, we would have been both normal
and we could go to all the balls and dances
we wanted to. We could have gotten married-
even though Amshel said a human could never
love me- and our kids could have played together.
We could have grew old and died together.
Those are the dreams that make me wake
up in tears Saya, dreams that could have
been reality if we hadn't been born this
way.