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.
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 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?”