I went to bed early that night, hoping to get some decent sleep for a change. The twin's lingered in my waking and sleeping moments. I thought about them a minimum of three hundred and twenty nine times a day. I'm not sure how that's possible, but you'd think that would keep them from lingering around in my dreams.I tossed and turned for half the night, finally falling sleep around three in the morning. I didn't bother setting an alarm, I wanted to sleep through as much of the day as possible.I woke around one in the afternoon, noticing a voicemail on the flip phone Melissa had gotten me.The social worker had got my message and sent it along. She told me to expect the next check in the mail any day now. Melissa would be thrilled. I wonder how long it'll take her to revert back to her usual self. Hopefully she'll keep to her word and give me half of the money.I trudged down the hall quietly, slipping into the bathroom when I thought the

I followed Tori into her house, my ankle absolutely screaming in protest. I could in the short time I'd been hanging out with Tori, my ankle had swelled up considerably.I tried to cover my horrendous limp, but the sharp pain shooting up my leg made it difficult."Are you limping?" Tori frowned, her eyes locked on my injured ankle."It's nothing." I shrugged, "I fell earlier and must've twisted it."I hadn't much experience with lying, but I hoped I had enough skill to fool Tori. My heart was thundering in my chest from the simple lie and Tori stood quietly for a few moments. The more seconds that passed in silence, the faster my heart began to beat."You should let me wrap it." Tori pursed her lips, she didn't look fooled, "It'll hurt less to walk on."I contemplated that for a few moments and nodded in defeat. I could easily cover up a twisted ankle. A simple fall would be the perfect excuse. She knew how clumbsy I

Tori's Dad was really nice as far as Doctor's go. While I still hated hospitals, I felt a little more comfortable.Tori's Dad had given me half of some little white pill. After about half an hour, the pain in my foot subsided to a dull throb."You have a fracture in your foot." Tori's Dad pursed his lips, obviously eyeing the bruise on my cheek. "Quite a fall you had.""Sure was." I nodded, fighting to keep my voice relaxed and even. "I'm pretty clumbsy though so it isn't a surprise.""Make sure to be careful next time." Tori's Dad nodded, seeming unconvinced."Will do." I murmured, "My folk's are renovating the house at the moment so it's been pretty cluttered at the moment."I was just burying myself in lies at this point. Lying about my relationship with my family. Lying about my house. Lying about my bruises. I reminded myself it'll all be worth it once I graduate and move the hell out. All of the lies would be wo

"I got you." A familiar voice murmured, lifting me from the ground.I felt weightless in Carson's arms. My mind was swimming numbly, struggling to form any kind of coherent thoughts. All I knew was something was desperately wrong with me. My limbs refused to respond, and if they did it was incredibly delayed.Carson carried me somewhere. Sights and sounds I had experienced multiple times were now completely foreign.I was thrown on something soft. My mind couldn't comprehend what it was. My fingers twisted in the soft material slowly, winding and unwinding."She didn't even notice." Carson's voice rang out, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. I could hear the words clearly, but I couldn't understand the meanings.In the midst of the absolute cloudiness of my brain, something else was happening inside of me. At first it felt like little pinpricks. Like something hitting against a brick wall. The feeling was like an itch

I finally woke up around one in the afternoon.My sleep had been the most pleasant part of this entire weekend. The twin's had vanished from my mind and dreams. I forced any and all thoughts of them from my head. I was left with a dull and sometimes excruciatingly sharp pain in my chest. It honestly felt like a chunk of my soul was missing, but it doesn't help to dwell on what could've been.My plan to leave was officially set into motion. I would leave Friday night. That gave me an entire week to work, and pick up my check Friday morning. I had a little over twenty five grand in my bank account. While it wouldn't sustain me forever, it would be plenty until I found myself a job.I had everything planned out. Friday night I would catch a bus to Atlanta, Georgia. From there I'd get the soonest plane ticket. My destination didn't matter. I wanted to be far away from Georgia, somewhere no one would look. Once the plane landed, I'd find myself a job and