UNEDITED: Our Forbidden Love

28: Alexander

Straight, waist-long, bleached-blonde hair falls from the black hood covering her head.
"Piper Stonal had twins."
"Sandy Star-Bub killed in accident with humans."
Starley's energy transferring heat into my hand, running up my arm, through my veins; glowing purple.
Kerri Stonal wasn't actually Kerri Stonal. She wasn't my mum.
"Someone's tampered with history. That's illegal." Illegal just like my mother giving birth to me. Just like me...

My thoughts are still going full-speed around my head. I'm trying to grab hold of them and try and make sense of what had gone down but all the memories and quotes slip through my fingers like sand and I can't get a firm grip on any of them. My hand squeezes around something that I'm holding but it's kind of sharp and it hurts so I release my grip slightly. I can hear some muffled voices. They're both high-pitched, at least higher than mine; women's voices. I try and open my eyes, but my vision is fuzzy and my hearing is still muffled. I have no idea where I am.

Through my blurry vision I try to work out where I am. I can see a large room. Tall and sort of circular, shelves covered with walls. No, that can't be right, I squint a bit but my vision doesn't improve. Walls covered in shelves. I'm lying on a cold surface, in fact the air around me feels cold. I try and sit up, but the air doesn't move like normal air or like air normally would. It almost resists my movements making it a bit harder for me to move. One of the voices comes closer to me, her face, even fuzzy, is beautiful. Her eyes are bright, bright blue. Her skin is pale like it's never seen the sun, just coming into my vision as an almost white blob. She touches my arm. Her hands are warm compared to the atmosphere around me. A tingling sensation travels up my arm, starting from where she's touched my wrist. Up my arm, over my shoulder, travelling up my neck, across my jawline to my ear. My hearing improves, instantly as the tingling explodes a little bit in my ear, removing the pressure. The tingling moves to my eyes and I feel the prickle behind them and the tingling breaks through the surface, bringing my normal, clear, vision to my brain, where I was able to make sense of what I saw.
"Starley!" I exclaim. She was the blue-eyed almost white blob. Why hadn't I known that was her?
"You're overwhelmed and confused," another person answers. Who else was here? I hadn't spoken aloud; how did they answer me if I didn't ask my question out loud? "I'm a telepath, after our mother."
Our mother. I was a twin with the Sea Witch from Starley's world. Our mother. Paisley isn't my sister. I've grown to love someone who wasn't my sister my whole life. My sister lived in the ocean and my now girlfriend was living in the same place.
Okay, I know where I am now, I think, I'm in a trench in the ocean with my girlfriend and my twin, who I only knew existed a few minutes ago. At least I think it was a few minutes. I don't know how long my eyes were closed for.

Starley takes my face in both of her hands and kisses me.
"It's okay," she says, "you were hit with a lot of information and it's going to be hard for you to get your mind around it. We aren't expecting you to make sense of it just yet. Also," she adds, in a whisper to me, so that my twin couldn't hear, "try not to think in questions, otherwise she's going to hear it and be able to answer it. Telepaths, like her, can only hear questions or thoughts directly sent to them." I nod, that makes sense, but the first thing I do once Starley gets up from beside me is think in a question:
How many other lies have I been believing my whole life?