I opened my eyes to the bright, and fluorescent restroom lights. Laying on my side, I looked up to see the sink hovering above, with the toilet towering over my lifeless body. Putting my hand on the tile, the cold shocked me bolting me up to a sitting position. Placed criss-cross, I stood up slow - making sure to use the sink as support. Almost toppling over, I balanced myself then to see the disgust in the porcelain throne. Flushing I turned to see my twin sister staring at me in the doorway. Her face drained of color and emotionless, clothes worn and dark.
"Lukas," she started.
I stared at her for a second more, "Lucy, I'm sorry."
"It's your fa-"
Before she could continue I slammed the door in her sympathetic face.
"Luke let me in!" she banged on the door.
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General FictionThe world is so dark and grim, how can anyone possibly smile now. With so many deaths, it fills a space so big almost nothing can compare. Hatred feelings of loneliness and devastation. The void that was once there has disappeared almost completely...
