Triangle, Tangled, Twisted

☆☆Chapter two☆☆

~ DREAM ~

"My dear twin sister.... We will meet again very soon...."

"Our powers combine together..."

"Unstoppable..."

"Necklace..."

"Butterfly..."

"The other half.... Must reunite in order to..."

"Power."

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I woke up sweeting and panting... What was that? Who was that person? Me? No... Her hair was way darker and longer then mine... She talked something about power... What power? She also said something about a... Necklace? Reuniting...?

Sitting up I quickly looked around me, I was in my room. How did that happen? Wasn't I having dinner with my dad and my friends? Was that I dream? I looked down at myself and saw that I still had my dress on.

"Ugh!" I screamed as a pounding headache escaped into my head. Holding my hands tightly to my head, I rested my head on my knees.

Pain started to make its way down my spine and onto my arms and hands. The back of my hands felt like it was burning, feels like something is creasing on the back of my hands with a knife. I frantically waved my hands around trying to get the stinging feeling away but it did no work.

"Ahh!" I screeched as the pain deepen mostly on my left hand.

Just then my bedroom door was flung open.

"Chloe! What's wrong?" I heard my dad say as he rushed to my side.

I tried to say that the back my left hand is stinging like heck and if feels like I'm being cut. But the only thing hat came out was my ear piercing scream. So the only thing I could do was throw my hands in front of him.

When he saw the back of my hand he let out a gasp. "Oh no, this shouldn't be happening. Your suppose to live a normal life..." He cried before I blacked out.

"What are you saying? This shouldn't be happening to her!" I heard my dad whisper shout.

"That's the reasons we left! I don't want her to be tangled in this stupid mess!"

"I don't care! We're not coming back, she's not coming back!"

"No don't come! She knows nothing about this! Your going to scare her off!"

"I'm not trying to stop you from seeing OUR daughter!"

Our daughter? What does he mean my our daughter? Isn't mom dead? She died from cancer... Didn't she? Was is going on?

"I'll talk to you later, she starting to wake up." He said then I heard something click.

I turned to my bedside table to see what time it was, 10:39 a.m.

"Honey, how do you feel?" My dad asked me and helped me sit up.

"Fine," I said weakly my throat felt very dry. Dad notices and brings me a cup of water

"Thanks." I said and drank the whole glass. "What happened?" I asked after I finished drink my water.

"Um... You passed out at the restaurant." He said

"And..." I trailed.

"And what?" He asked looking out my glass window.

"Daddy..." I began but when I saw my hands I gasped. There was a purplish blue half butterfly on too of my hand, the wing was facing my thumb and the butterfly's antenna was wrapped around my ring finger like a ring. The butterfly looked just like my necklace.

"Oh my god. How... What? Daddy what is this?" I cried thrusting my left hand in is face.

Dad looked away and coughed in his hands.

"Dad! What is this? What is happening?" I screamed my feelings are like a roller coster right now, my head feels like something is burning and it seems like everything around me has just gotten windier and colder. Out of no where dad gasped and clasped his hands to his mouth.

"Chloe calm down!" He shouted. I looked across the room to we're my window closet was.

"What the fuck?" I screamed, my hair was burning it into flames... And in stead of red it was... Lightning white... My hair was blowing every from the unknown wind. My eyes... My eyes were glowing bright blue. I started to panic and the flame on my head got bigger.

"Chloe! Calm down! Take deep breaths!" Dad shouted.

After about twenty minutes the flame on my head died and my original brown hair came back. My eyes also went back to there normal blue.

I took a few deep breaths before I turned to my dad. "What is happening?"

I waited but he still did not answer me. I started to get upset and angers again. "What. The. Hell. Is. Happening. To. Me." Said gritted teeth. My dad turned his head away from me but I grabbed his arms and turned him over. He quickly pulled his arm away from my grip like it would kill him, like I was poison...

"Justine... I-I... I am really sorry." He said and got out of my room. I sit there frozen in place, I have never seen or heard dad this way before... He looked so sad and regretful his blue eyes had lost its usual sparkle, his tone of voice was dead and he looked like he has aged twenty years. He.... He... Also never calls me by my really name unless I'm in trouble or something bad has happened. What in the world is going on? The mostly important thing was... He looked scared... Scared of me, his own daughter...