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♣︎Chapter 22: differences ♣︎

Lizzy's POV:
"Fuck.. Ahahahah.. " a breathy laughed came out for the speaker. I can't believe it.. She's alive, my twin.. My supposedly dead twin. She's not dead anymore I guess.. The video suddenly stopped, shock still cover my face. "So.. Are you both related?" The detective questioned, I bit my lip in confusion.
"I- I thought she was dead.. "
"Are you two related? "
"Yes.. "
I breathe, still shaken up. I was responded with a simple 'hm' by the detective. I was left alone in the room, still irritated by my dried eyes from the crying with shaking from the cold.
But my mind is just stuck by one question, how is she alive..
I snapped out of my thoughts by the sudden lock of a door. I turned to be meet with the detective again,
"I heard you're a little detective.. So I will give you a deal for you to have a nice simple life.. " the word 'deal' simply took my attention. I place my gaze on him to indicate me giving my full attention towards him.
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"I will pay for you're home and your scholarship to all of you're schools, if you agree to take a course in forensics. " That's all? It's not a bad request. I mean I have to be a police after that and wait until I am promoted but it's easy.
"I- I'll take it.. "
"Good choice.."
He whispered as he exits the room again. I took the opportunity to look around the room a little since it's full of trash.. I guess this is his office.
I was snoopy so you know what will happen, I open every drawers and every file. And this man is dedicated to his life to find my sister...
The files, the tapes and the murder scene, it's like a collection. I decided to steal a file to investigate on her. I shoved the file inside my backpack and sat back at my spot.
"Alright kid.. I will pay for you're schools and apartment. But you need to get a job to help yourself on food and water. " a voice spoke, leaving the door open for me to exit. I nodded and left the room.
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I decided to stop by at a nice restaurant for a bite. Tuesday will be Elliot's funeral, so I need to buy myself a black suit I guess.. As I sat down on the table in the restaurant, I ordered a small steak and cheese cake for dessert. The lady walked away after she took my order and I was left alone. God.. I don't like it here anymore, my life is falling apart here.
Elliot is gone, Jeff is gone, my friends are gone.. AND THERE'S A TEST...Great.. I am gonna fail miserably. At this sort of time, I thought I would be talking to Elliot about the reason of him ignoring me.
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I guess that will be a mystery, "Hey sweetie, I can tell you are having a hard time, so here's the cheese cake you ordered and it's in the house you will only pay for the steak. " I heard a lady chimed, I looked towards the kind lady and smiled. She gave me the plate of cheesecake as I flash a small smile and mumbled a quick thank you towards her.
She nodded and soon walk away, as I took a bit of the delicious cheesecake. "Mmm.. " I moaned, the flavour melting on my tongue. I didn't ever realize that I've been starving myself for the past hours.
I cleaned the plate of cheesecake, and what a surprise. The steak came in time, I smiled and gave the empty plate back at the nice lady, who is smiling brightly. I thanked her again and she soon walked away.
I looked down on my delicious food, and smiled softly. I ate the steak slowly so I could enjoy the long lasting flavours. I could here customers come and go in the restaurant, and sometimes I wonder why.
But now I know, this will be my favorite spot to eat.
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As I took one last bite of the steak, I held up my hand to ask for the check. The nice saw me and went to me with the check. I payed, and gave her a 5$ tip for her troubles.
I walk out the restaurant, and continue my way home. Wait, do I call it home now? Since it doesn't even feel like home.. Well, I can't say I am homeless since the detective will be paying for my stay.
I hate walking home alone to be honest.. It makes me paranoid, sick and nauseous. It was almost the end of the year, next year another grade. Can't wait till graduation so my nightmare would be over.
The path was quiet.. So silent. You could here a penny drop from miles awa-
"Oof."
I tripped on a crack, I mentally slapped myself and got back up again. I brush off the dirt on my hoodie and continue my walk.
The apartment was near some stores so I decide to drop by one of the store for a coke.
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"Ugh... What a day.. " I mentally groaned, flopping myself on my bed. I dropped my backpack and took out my phone out of my pocket. Notifications by my principle, teachers, people from the police and social media.
I charged my phone, and began to relax myself. People say, the person who is close to you dies, you would be grieving.
But...
When you experience losing someone your close to several times, the feeling is no longer exists. Only one feeling would be missing, and it's their existence.
The more you loses someone, the more you began to normalize it. I learned something from techno when I was alive, he thought me about life and death.
It was simple.. Really.
Life was a beautiful lie, so beautiful that even someone who is suicidal can be blinded by it...
While death was...
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The cold hard truth..
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Hiyo human! Ehe sorry for the delay... I got writers block ;-; but here u go! Thank you for reading and I hope to see you in the next chapter! Have a nice life and love yourself!
Buhbyeee! <3
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