Half and Half

5

Andrae's POV

''Dad?'' I whispered, gently, as I walked into the room he was in, 290.

I closed the door, and saw him laying in bed, eyes screwed shut.

''Andrea?'' He asked, when I sat down on the chair beside his bed.

I cringed at the name of my twin sister. I closed my eyes, willing myself to stay calm.

''No. Its Andrae.'' I told him carefully.

''Where is Andrea? Bring me Andrea!'' He demanded, pounding on the table to his right. The small white table shook, the glass of water on it, falling. It broke to pieces on the ground, a shattering sound ringing through the small room.

My throat went dry. ''Shes dead.'' I whispered.

He broke into soft sobs, leaving me there with the painful memory of the past.

''No. No, no, no, no! This can't be happening!" I hoarsely whispered, crumpling the note in my fist.

My mom sat there, weeping to herself, as my dad stormed out the house. He didn't even bother closing the door, I thought to myself. Unfolding it, I read her suicide note once again.

Andrae. Mom. Dad.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to live. I'm sorry I couldn't take the harsh words, and pesky bullying. But would you call bullying every single day pesky? Would you call getting abused every single day, pesky?

you're reading this.. its too late.
Xx Andrea

At the bottom of the letter, was a sentence scratched out. I have no idea what it says. Squinting at it, for what seems like centuries, I finally realize what it says.

At the bottom of the letter, the scratched out sentence says:

Tell Sam, I loved him. But he deserves better, and needs to find somebody else.

My jaw clenched, at this..this horrible nightmare. How can this be happening?

What about Alex? How could we forget that Andrea was my twin sister. Alex's mother. Sam's love.

Head down, my heart ached, from the memory. Andrea, how could you do this? Why would you?

I heard the door open, and a feminine voice speak. I turn slowly, and see a nurse. Maybe in her mid-thirties, she was short, and skinny, with red hair, and green eyes. A tired look on her face.

"He seems to have had a panic attack, I believe. Something probably triggered a bad memory, but he's free to leave."

I nodded, "Thank you."

Hearing the door close, I broke down once again. I can't do this.

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Sierra's POV

"Andrae, answer?" Our teacher, Mr. Mystogan asked. Glancing at Andrae, I gasped softly. His hand in the air, his sleeve just slightly slipping down, I saw them.

Lots of them. So many. Some a fresh pink, and some.. some faded scars. These cuts, did he do it, because of Andrea? Is because he felt like he couldn't tell anybody, but when in reality, I would listen to him talk about.. well, anything?

Answering the question correct, he spun around to face me with a grin. But it faded quickly, when he saw that I was staring at his arm.

Quickly he turned around, pulling his sleeve down.

I guess we all have our secrets.

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So this chapter was a bit dramatic, yeah. Was it a bit short? Well, I hope you likey! Next chap is coming up. :)