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A woman, a man. A man of red hair, of tanned skin. A woman of chocolate, a black haired beauty. The man and woman held hands. But what was most interesting were the girls. On the mans shoulders was the youngest of the three. Her brown hair up in two pony tails. On the woman's left, was another girl. She had light brown hair, and bright brown eyes like the man. She was looking up at him. Standing in between the man and woman was a young girl. She had chocolate skin like the woman, and dark, red-brown hair, that rose in a globe around her head. Her eyes were wide, forest green, like the woman's, s seeming to be curious and happy. There was one thing that startled me. Their faces. They all looked so happy.
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Lights. All I see is a bright, red, light behind my eyelids.. It filled my conciseness, the smell of blood, the feel of hatred sparking like static in the air. The taste if nothingness in my mouth. My eyes opened slowly, unsurely to the unknown environment. They squinted, and flew open, as a scream parted my lips. In front of me, was a mirror. The mirror held a monster. I reached out towards it, enchanted. As soon as my hand touched the cool glass, it shattered, sending me flying backwards. I laid there on the ground, my consciousness fading slowly. Scream echoed around me. My screams, Zayla's screams, Jasmine, Zeke, Mom and dad (adoptive), everyone I cared about at all . they all stood in front of me, their eyes held a dead appearance. I walked towards them, hands outstretched.
"Guys...help me." I cried weakly. They laughed.
"Help you! A monster, why should we?" Mom growled.
"Shayla?"
"You little brat, I'm your own twin, you never told me you had powers." Zayla glared at me.
"Jazmine,please!" I turned to my younger sister now. She cringed away from me.
"Stay away from me, please don't hurt me, I'm sorry!" She cried hiding behind Zayla.
"Not you too..." I screamed. My hand enclosed around her neck snapping it.
Zayla screamed.
"Monster!"
I scrambled back, shutting my eyes, holding my head, scared of myself. I thought about what I did to those people, how I destroyed them without a second thought.
"N-no... No! No! No!" I cried.
"I'm not a monster, I'm not a murderer! I know I'm not!" Shadows stood around me, taunting me.
"I know I'm not! I m not! I'm not! I'm not a monster!" I screamed. I stared at my hands, bloodied, clawed hands.
I'm not...
I shattered.
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Runaway
General Fiction15 year old twins Shayla and Zayla have grown up in a foster family for as long as they can remember. But when strange things start happening to them, and their little sister disappears, Shayla has to learn the truth, about them and their family.
