Confrontation

I had heard stories of children being nabbed by wood fairies, wisked away and never seen again. These children were replaced with look alike, creatures, that acted the same way, walked the same way, talked the same way, even looked the same way, but they were not the same. These creatures could not replace the children they had stolen away. Only mothers knew the difference. I had heard years ago a mother was placed in the insane asylum because she was convinced her child was a changeling. The child dissapeared soon after, there has been no sign of it since.
We were all warned when were young to be aware and be frightened of being left alone in the woods, things could happen. When I was growing up the fear was set into us that the animals would try to eat us, or we could be poisoned if we ate the wrong berry or touched the wrong tree. In my mothers time it was be aware of who lives out there, she grew up where skyscrapers replaced the trees and roads were actually paved. Not me, I was raised out here where my fathers family grew up, on the farm.
I'm sorry doctor, but, I promise, it's all relevent.
When I was younger I loved to play out in the woods. As a single child I was spoiled rotten. Well, hah, not rotten, but I was spoiled. I had a puppy, a play house, and as much free land I could roam on as I wanted.
As I look back on it now, I still can't remember having a puppy. I never owned a dog, but the pictures proved that I did. I broke my arm when I was riding the pony Paige, she was hit by lightening when I was eight, poor thing, but the scar I had where the needle pierced my skin as the doctor stiched me up were gone. All pictures of me after six lacked the stitch marks, lacked the puppy, even lacked the bump I grew after falling out of the apple tree in the backyard.
I asked my parents about it, over the phone, and they said, one day, they woke up to check on me and all marks I had were gone. They didn't know what happened, I went to bed with a big bruise on my left cheek and the next morning it was gone.
They called the doctors, the hospital, even a few specialists, so they said, but it couldn't be explained. That morning as well Lindsay dissapeared as well. She was found way down in the back field. The shierff said that a wild animal got to her, as the police report read, but she was in my crib went I went to bed... how could she have gotten out?
I can't recall anything past my sixth birthday. But the second time I passed out after seeing Lilly, it all came back to me.
Lilly and I, it seemed, were not so different after all. We were changelings. She had made only one mistake: She had forgotten to erase the part of my memory where I had seen her, looking into my crib late at night, whispering how to be human, how to behave, how to act, how to talk. I can see her through the crib rails, her face covered by a tattered blanket she had stolen from another bedroom years before. She was the one who killed Lindsey. She was the one responsible for making the switch convincible. She was the one that tried to make me human.
She was the one who killed my human twin.