a tale of two twins

while I was among the living my life was less than thrilling and I can blame it all on my twin sister 'princess' Natalie. It was like her mission to make me miserable. My parents weren't much help either they never interviened when nat would get in an evil mood....ahhh but I digress...I was grateful with mephistopheles got the netherworld an internet service provider, I was able to finially view all the slanderous things my sister was saying about me! what especially upset me was her claim of me committing suicide! I will include her version on my page and then I will present the TRUTH!

Natalie's Story I am sure many of you have noticed that there haven't been any changes since I moved My site. The sad truth is this...I am recovering from the death of My Twin Sister Ms. Dementia. You might remember her from her small website MsDementia's World She was always jealous of My charm and beauty and it saddens Me that I can no longer rub my success into her heavily painted face. I have been in shock since her death...for I was the only witness to her tragic suicide. The police have been wonderful helping me overcome my grief...and the insurance company rep from one of the 10 policies I had taken on Demi was a doll....he issued the check without any questions. As a part of my parole agreement and ongoing therapy I was asked to explain the situation surrounding the suicide of My twin sister Ms. Dementia as a way for Me to overcome the tremendous grief I am feeling and to help me recover: It was a cold rainy day in Las Vegas when I was awaken at noon by the frantic sound of My sister Demi's voice shouting in the receiver. She was going on and on about how she was upset that our mother Sylvia was no longer taking her calls. I explained to her sympathetically that it should not be a shock since Mother had adopted her out to the White Aryan Nation over six years ago...and that along with the thirty-seven restraining orders mother issued against her should have been an indication that she wanted no contact with her. Well, to say Demi was distraught was an understatement. I was very worried so after I watched My soaps and took a shower I had my driver take me to her mobile home. When I open the door to her panelled palace I was in shock! Who was she kidding! Blue drapes with a Pink sofa? Ahhhh...but I digress. She answered the door wearing a mismatched pair of socks and a swim suit. I told her I didn't have much time since I had an appointment to get my legs waxed. She rolled her eyes and started ranting and raving about how she was neglected and slighted. I told her to get over it. She said that she had enough of her bleak existence and was going to end it all and she wanted me to be there to witness it. I reminded her of my appointment. She said she would try to hurry it up...I sensed some sarcasm. She brought in a rope and a chair and naturally being the polite lass I am, I helped her up...she looped the rope around her neck..I got up to get a soda and accidentally knocked the chair over. After a few sips of My soda I mentioned I had to vacate the premises. I heard a !thud! apparently Demi has escaped her bondage. As I was pulling out of the trailer court she appeared out of nowhere and jumped in front of my car...twice! At this point I was thinking she may be serious about her death wish...I followed her back into her trailer and watched as she shot herself 11 times in the back! I know I should have called a medic or something..but I felt she was just trying to get some attention. I was a little concerned so I followed her as she got into her Pinto and drove to the bridge. She stopped the car in front of the bridge and climbed into the spacious hatchback. I assumed she was looking for change so I just observed. You can imagine My shock when I watched breathlessly as she somehow managed to put the car into neutral and off she went into her watery grave. I cried as my driver took me to My appointment...fortunately I didn't miss it and was able to get my legs waxed on scheduled. The service was a simple one with no frills, I figured Demi would have wanted it that way. Coincidentally, I am selling her ashes to the highest bidder. Send your sealed bids in a S.A.S.E. to: Demi: A good piece of Ash Po Box 6835 Las Vegas, Nevada I am going on holiday now..hopefully the enormous insurance checks from the policies I took out on her will help Me overcome the grief I am feeling. Soon I should be back to my old lovable self...woe is Me.

I was murdered. plain and simple.