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hello, welcome to our page! we are a story writing collab run by eknovels, lollipopx3, peanut43998 and annalovespie! We hope you'll like our story(: posting order: annalovespie, peanut43998, eknovels, and lollipopx3

 



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So yeah. Eknovels here. I know I wasn't the most popular of the writers on wwx3 because, well, most people don't even remember my stories. But I was reading our comments and I think you guys deserve some sort of an explanation.
Leaving wittywritersx3 was a mutual decision, I guess. There were a lot of reasons behind it, but the reason our story ended wasn't because it was over - as far as I know, none of us would actually end a story with that kind of cliffhanger - but because we were no longer writing.
I hate to leave you guys like this, and, even more, I hate to be the one who has to tell you this.
I just don't want any more false accusations saying we're rude and mean for ending a story like that, becasue, honestly, it's not over. Just because we aren't finishing it doesn't mean you can't just imagine the ending in your head. It's like a choose your own adventure kind of thing.
So sorry if we upset you.
It just wasn't working.
Hating won't bring the story back.

Yeah so I think we're done with the collab...


doublevision.
 part 24 // eknovels
            "Hey lady, wake up," a distant voice said in the distance.
            "Five more minutes, Mom," I groaned, burying my face in my pillow.
            "I'm not your freaking Mom!" a voice whisper-screamed. "Now get up!"
            I reluctantly opened my eyes, which immediately widened. Standing in front of me were three of the girls who I'd met at lunch today. In the dim light of my cell (compliments of the candle that a police man shoved in my face earlier that day) I could see that the first girl had short, black hair. She was big and muscular, and if I didn't know better I might have mistaken her for a man. The second girl was actually kind of pretty. She was standing with her arms crossed, and although she was very slender, you could see how much muscle she had. I didn't want to get in a fist fight with her. The last girl was almost as big as the first, but she had a more feminine feel to her. Her red hair matched the orange suit that we all had to wear almost perfectly.
            "Why are you guys here?" I breathed. My voice started to rise as I spoke. "Oh my gosh! Are you gonna beat me up, like people do in movies? Holy crap! Is this a hostage situa -"
            I stopped when something hard connected with my face. I fell onto the floor with a thud, holding my cheek with my eyes shut tight. She slapped me! The big one slapped me!
            "Get up," one of the girls grunted.
            I tried to get up but just ended up stumbling clumsily onto the floor.
            "The chick's weaker than she looks," one chuckled.
            "Where's she even from?"
            "Probably some rich chick whose got it all."
            "Yeah. Remind me why we're doing this again?"
            "Um, hello? I can hear you?" I croaked.
            Ignoring me, they continued. "She killed her own sister, guys. That's hardcore. Better than what we're in here for. We need her around - for reputation purposes."
            "Right."
            "Someone help this piece of crap up, please."
            I felt hands wrap around my arms and heard someone grunt, "Come on," as I was lifted off of the ground. An arm slumped around my shoulder and I turned towards the redheaded girl.
            "What are you guys doing here?" I whispered, trying to ignore how talking made my cheek hurt.
            "Dumber than she looks, too," the skinny one snorted.
            "Can someone please just tell me what's going on?" I groaned.
            "Hey, don't move so fast!" the big one said. "You don't even know our names."
            I sighed. "Then what are they?"
            "I'm Brit," said the skinny girl. "And these are my girls, Clairese and Red. We rule this place."
            "I'm pretty sure thats the polices' job," I mumbled.
            "Smartass," Brit sighed.
            "Remind me again why we can't get someone else?" Clairese, the big one asked in an annoyed tone.
            "I told you!" Brit said through gritted teeth. "We won't get anywhere unless we have bragging rights, and her crime's just what we need."
            "I give up," I mumbled. "I don't care what's going on anyways."
            "Let's just tell her!" Red, the redhead, piped up.
            "Quiet down," Clairese growled, shoving her.
            "Hey!" Red grunted, pushing Clairese.
            "Would you two shut up? I'm trying to tell Camille -"
            "It's Cassandra..."
            "Yeah, whatever. I'm trying to tell her we're here."
            "And that would be ...?"
            "We're gonna get you out of here!" Red said in an excited tone.
            My eyes bugged open. Get out of here? Like ... escape? Sure, that sounded great at first. Jail sucked! But, honestly, I didn't deserve to get out. I knew these three could do it easily, but I'd killed my own twin sister! Did I really deserve a second chance?
            "Well?" Clairese grunted.
            "Are you coming?" Brit asked, raising an eyebrow.
            Am I?


doublevision.
 part 23 // peanut43998
            I stared back at her sweaty face, losing all of my apetite. I wiped my forehead, noticing that I had started sweating. Maybe it was the pressure that was just put upon me from all of these silently staring faces. I noticed that I was looking down at the mush on my plate. I looked back up at the girl, remembering that she'd asked me a question.
            "I-it really doesn't matter." I looked down at the mush, which really did just look like a pile of mud. I wouldn't be surprised if an earth worm just crawled out of it. It wouldn't have been the worst thing thats happened in the last couple of days.
            "Guurl, it does matter if you in jail now." She picked something out of her teeth with her fat tongue. "Tell us." I raised my head and everyone was still silent. I heard whispers, and I wondered what they were about. 
             I swallowed long and hard. "I killed my twin sister." I blurted out before I could stop myself. Some jaws dropped, some hands clapped, and some mouths hooted. Okay, not the reaction I was expecting. 
             "Damn, gurl. You really have done a crime." The girl sitting next to me had her eyes glued onto me. I didn't know if that was supposed to be taken in a good way, or a bad way. How did other murderers take a comment like that? I just nodded my head and looked, once again, at my tray of mud.
              I found myself remembering the time when our family were at the beach in the ocean, seperated by the space in between us. Brittany was really mad at me, for a reason that I couldn't remember. She took a huge handful of wet sand and chucked it at my face before I could move my short legs through the strong waves. I'd started crying, and you just snickered in my face. When I washed it off and looked back at my mother, she'd just looked down and read her book.
              "Hey." The chick next to me nudged my arm with her elbow. "You okay?"
               I nodded and stood up. I threw my sad excuse for food into the garbage and put the tray where it was supposed to go. Crossing my arms over my chest, I went back to my jail cell. As I sat down on the bed, my stomach growled. I felt like I had to throw up, but if I did, nothing would come out. I couldn't remember the last time something actually went in my mouth that had filled me up enough for me not to be hungry. 
               A tear fell down my cheek. I wondered what it was filled with. Regret? Sadness? Anger? Embarassment? I definitely regretted killing you. How could someone be so sick minded?! Who kills their own twin?
               Who kills their own twin just to be like them? I couldn't have even tried to be like her without taking her place? I could have done everything that I did without murdering her, now that I think about it. I could have straightened my hair a little longer, or went out and got some clothes. I could have talked to a few more people than the janitor or the lunch lady. Why hadn't I? Why hadn't I at least tried? It would have done me some good. I wouldn't be hated by everyone in my town, and I sure wouldn't be in jail. Maybe I'd at least be loved by my parents. I thought back to when my mom visited me.

             "I thought Ashley was the only one with problems, but I guess you were too." she said, talking to herself more than to me.
            "Wait wh--" 
            "You were my last shred of hope for our family and you destroyed that too."
            "Mom--"
            "I guess I deserve it…" her voice trailed off.
            I didn't even know what was going on. I felt lightheaded.
            "Mom, please stop. You love Ashley. She's your perfect daughter. You love her so much, and you treat her so much better than you do me." there were tears streaming down my eyes at this point.
            My mother put two fingers to her forehead and sighed.
            "Did you ever try and think of why I always acted so nice towards her?" my mother sneered, annoyed.
            I was speechless.
            "You know what." my mom said, getting up and pushing her chair back towards the table, "I can't -- I just can't do this. Goodbye."
            "Wait mom!" I cried out, but she was already gone.

             
What did she even mean by that? I'd always thought she was so loved. By everyone. But now that I was actually in her shoes for a couple of days, I'd realized that she wasn't loved. Not by her friends, not by Danny... not by hardly anyone. 
             Kind of like me. 


doublevision.
 part 20 // peanut43998
            My head was pounding, and all I could think about was what my mom said to me. What could she possibly mean by that? That Ashley was the only one with problems? 
            The pounding in my head got worse. I felt like curling up in my own bed, not Ashley's, and start crying. And never leave my room again. But I knew I couldn't. Not with this police officer staring at me. I was just sitting there, hands on my lap, and staring at the wall into nothingness. Images flashed before my eyes. 
            Me stabbing the knife through my sister's innocent back. Me not caring that I just killed my own blood. I remembered the feeling of her limp body in my hands before throwing her in the hole that I'd dug.
            "Or what, you'll murder me?" Just kept playing in my head. She said it so sarcastically. At the time, I'd only been annoyed by what she said. But now, I'm beginning to be haunted by the sentence.


             I stared down at the orange suit I'd been put in. Never in all of my years of living have I ever thought I'd be wearing one of these ugly things.  I looked around at my jail cell. It seemed like it was just like the ones in the movies. I was by myself in the cold and smelly little room. There was one bed attached to the steel wall, not even touching the ground. Just like a metal thing hanging out of the wall. It had a somewhat comfortable looking matress with a thin pillow. There was a sink and a little stall with a flushable toilet. Sure, I'd seen them in the movies. But movies always exaggerated things like that. I wasn't expecting a royal room or anything, but I also wasn't expecting this.
             I sat down on the bed. Why did I do that? Why did I kill my own sister? I thought back to what she'd done to me.
             She really hadn't done anything to me. I'd just stabbed her to live her life. And turns out, it wasn't even that great. It was actually like a living hell.
             "I'd do anything to take it all back." I whispered. I leaned over so that I was laying on the bed. I watched what was happening on the other side of the bars. Nothing, really. There was one person across from me doing the same thing I was. Laying there, probably thinking about what they'd done. I closed my eyes and thought. 
              'I'm a monster' was the first thing that went through my mind. It wasn't a lie, really. It was the truth.
              The second thing that entered it was 'I miss you.' I wasn't sure who it could have been directed to.
              I came to one conclusion after thinking about it long and hard.
              It was Ashley.


              "Cassandra, you have a visitor." The police officer rudely woke me up. But I was thankful, because I was having a terrible nightmare. I woke up with my hair sticking to my face with sweat.
              "Who is it?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I felt like closing them again. They did close at one point.
              "Hey, Cass." I stared back at Danny, with my eyes wide open. 


doublevision.
 part 19 // annalovespie
            The door swung open and the figure stepped inside.
            It was… just my mother. I was kind of glad there was a cop in the room with us. Who knew what my mother would do to me knowing I killed her precious daughter?
            She sat down and there was silence for a couple of minutes before she said, "You don't even understand how much it disgusts me to look at you."
            I didn't respond and looked down at my lap, nervously picking at my nails.
            My mother exhaled sharply, "I don't know why I was cursed with such disgraces for daughters."
            I looked up, "Disgraces?" I said softly.
            Surely she only meant "disgrace".
            "I thought Ashley was the only one with problems, but I guess you were too." she said, talking to herself more than to me.
            "Wait wh--"
            "You were my last shred of hope for our family and you destroyed that too."
            "Mom--"
            "I guess I deserve it…" her voice trailed off.
            I didn't even know what was going on. I felt lightheaded.
            "Mom, please stop. You love Ashley. She's your perfect daughter. You love her so much, and you treat her so much better than you do me." there were tears streaming down my eyes at this point.
            My mother put two fingers to her forehead and sighed.
            "Did you ever try and think of why I always acted so nice towards her?" my mother sneered, annoyed.
            I was speechless.
            "You know what." my mom said, getting up and pushing her chair back towards the table, "I can't -- I just can't do this. Goodbye."
            "Wait mom!" I cried out, but she was already gone -- maybe even for good.

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note from annalovespie: i will no longer be writing in the collab. i cannot tolerate the amount of disrespect i get just because i take long periods of time to post parts. i'm 15. i have a lot of obligations in my life right now, and granted, i'm too old for this website. i'm sorry, but getting so much insolence from prepubescent girls has made the experience of writing in a collab not so fun. so i'm done. i hope you guys are happy cos n0w u will get a p@rt 3every s!ngle d@y!!! bye.



doublevision.
 part 17 // eknovels

             I opened my mouth, trying to form an excuse – something, anything! – but, to no avail. He grabbed my arm, his rough grip making me whimper. But that didn’t slow him down. He yanked me out into my front yard and towards my mother’s car.
             When he opened the door, the image before me literally made my jaw drop. If Officer Wilson hadn’t been holding me so tight, I probably would have fallen to the ground and fainted, but he was holding me up and it didn't seem like he'd be letting me go anytime soon.
             My mother was curled up in a ball in the front seat, shaking uncontrollably. Every couple seconds, she’d let out a loud wail, making me jump. I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel about her state.
             One side of me said I should be happy – she was upset because she thought I was dead. My mother was broken inside because stupid, imperfect little Cassandra was dead. It’s what I’d always wanted, wasn’t it? Yet, the other half of me said I should feel guilty. I was causing all this pain for her. And, anyways, any love she felt for Cassandra now would be crushed in a moment. Officer Wilson would tell her what happened and I’d be right back where I started – unwanted, unloved. Oh, and I’d also be in prison for the rest of my life.
             Officer Wilson poked my distressed mother, which caused her body to jerk violently. After a couple seconds of moving from side-to-side, looking like some kind of ragdoll, she finally calmed down enough to sit up normally in her seat. She turned towards us slowly, bloodshot eyes boring into me as if she was looking right into my soul – or lack, thereof. I couldn’t possibly have a soul if I'd killed my own twin sister.
             “Ma’am,” Officer Wilson said to my mother. After a long, disturbing silence, he repeated himself. “Ma’am ... Excuse me.”
             My Mom slowly turned her head towards him, peeling her eyes off of me. I’d never seen her like this! It was terrifying! Her jaw moved in an eerie, un-humanly way, making me cringe. “Yes?” she croaked.
             “I’d like to show you some interesting things,” he breathed. “I overheard your daughter, er, Ashley, speaking to Cassandra’s dead body in your home today.” He grabbed his yellow notepad and opened it up to a page, looking down on it and speaking in a monotone voice. "'Oh my God ... I'm sorry ... I'm so so sorry ... I just wanted to be like you. I wanted everything you had. I just wanted to be you. And when I did that to you, I was expecting an easy life. I wanted everything to be like you had it. People to pay attention to me. People to love me. My own family to love me. But now, Emma knows, and I want to take it all back. I'm sorry. I love you, Ashley. I love you.'”
              My Mom’s eyes widened and she turned towards me, eyes welling up with tears. “Ashley?” she breathed, eyes searching me sadly. 
              I blinked, looking her in the eyes, and slowly shook my head from side-to-side.
              “... Cassandra?”