They hate me (and I hate me too)

Chapter 1

The feeling of the cold window against her flushed skin was heaven to Josie. Even now, as her world was spinning out of control, she found joy in the simplest of things. The night sky lit up by the silent town’s lights. The near-empty bus, with only two passengers on board; Josie and this petite old lady wearing a red sun hat with a golden rim around the edge. In Josie's opinion, it was quite tacky, but she couldn’t judge. Prancing around town in black ensemble was a definite contrast to her usually bright coloured wardrobe.

As soon as Josie was back to normal, she had given all of “dark Josie’s” clothes to the goth witches. They’d have better use for them than she would. Josie was on a cleanse and the last thing she needed was a reminder of what she'd done whenever she had to get dressed in the morning.

Images of her forcing her twin to merge and Hope floating in the air above a spike flashed before her eyes. Despite her sister forgiving her, she had still done terrible things. Black magic or not, it was still her who had done it. The student body was right to be mad at her. Lizzie assured her they weren’t, but it was obvious. Especially at the school assembly. Alyssa Chang was right; Josie had killed her. What gives her the right to walk about the school? If it were anyone else, Josie’s pretty sure her dad would have them locked up in a cellar. But, he couldn’t do that to his daughter, even if she wouldn’t have blamed him. Lizzie would. Probably. Maybe.

Honestly, Josie wasn’t sure of anything right now. All she wanted to do was crawl into her bed and stay there, but with Lizzie around, that was out of the question.

Her sister had made it her mission to get everyone to forgive her. So, two days after Hope had jumped into her subconscious and had rescued Josie, Lizzie dragged her out of bed and into the real world.

Lizzie was doing most of the talking whilst Josie tried to make herself the smallest person in the room. However, that plan backfired since the conversations revolved around her.

To say not many came around was an understatement.

On their way back to their room, Lizzie held her sister in a side hug, voicing her thoughts all whilst glaring at anyone who would look in Josie’s direction with disdain. That surely wasn’t going to help her case in any way, Josie thought, but didn’t say anything. She had barely spoken in the last two days. What would she say? What could she say? Apologies can only go halfway, and even then, Josie wouldn't expect people to forgive her. She couldn't even forgive herself.

As soon as the door shut behind her, Lizzie twirled around and marched towards Josie’s bed, yanking the sheets the brunette twin had managed to bury herself under in the span of thirty seconds.

“It’s not even three o’clock, you’ll miss the early bird special.” Lizzie quipped, one hand holding the covers whilst the other was propped on her hip.

“I’m not in the mood Lizzie.” Josie said, monotonously, her voice muffled by the cushion she was face planted in.

If it weren't for the chill creeping up her body from the lack of warmth her covers had provided her, Josie would have gladly let the cushion suffocate her for a little longer. Instead, she turned around and glared at her sister but immediately felt guilty for it and looked down.

Josie was scared anything she would do would remind her twin of the darker part of her. The one who tried to merge with her years before they had to officially do it. How could Lizzie so easily forgive her? She basically murdered her twin, but Lizzie merely shrugged it off as if it were nothing.