Wrong Angels (GirlxGirl)

Pain

I run upstairs quickly so I can start training again, but as I pass Daire's door, I decided to go in and spend some time with my new stepsister. I knock on the door, and start to go inside.

"Hey Daire, how's it go-"

I stop mid-sentence when I see a guy half naked on top of Daire. I immediately ran out of the room completely embarrassed, and go to talk to Lace.

"Lacey!" I yell at her a when I run into my room.

"Oh my fucking gosh, I just walked in on Daire and her boyfriend!"

Lacey laughs at my mortified face, "Were they doing it?" She asks between laughs.

"No but close to it." I say and start to laugh with her.

"Who the fuck leaves their door unlocked when they're having sex?" I ask and Lace and I fall into a fit of laughter.

I walked over to the bed and sat down beside my twin. She calms down and tries to look serious again before cracking up all over again.

"Okay, enough. We need to talk."

"What about?" I ask her.

"Well first off, you lost control last night and I had to come save yours and Jean's ass. Keeping her safe is your job not mine."

I sigh, "I know, but when they went after J, I just got so pissed. I wanted to hurt her. I'm sorry. I won't let it happen again."

She smiles at me, "Good, now lets talk about your beautiful new bestie!"

We laugh and talk like that for hours, and I realize how much I needed some time with my sister. She always knows exactly what to say. I love my twin more than anything, and I don't know what I'd do without her.

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I woke up late that night to the sound of a knock on my door. I got up careful not to wake Lace who was sleeping beside me, and opened up the door. Daire was standing there with a weird look in her eyes. She pushes past me and into my room.

"Need anything?" I ask her.

She slowly walks up to me and places her hands on my shoulders, "Here." Is all she says. She then hands me a small scrap of paper, and just leaves. That was weird. I look down at the paper.

Dear Bethany,

I'm sorry, but I can't handle this. I know I said that I was glad to have you as my friend, but I'm not. I didn't want to tell you out loud, but I never want to see you again. You're a disgusting, ugly dyke, and I don't want you to ever come near me again. Your mother was right, you are worthless.

-Jean-

I reread the note over and over. I start to sob. Lace walks over to me and asks what's wrong, but I don't want to talk to anyone right now. I run into the bathroom and lock the door. I faintly hear my sister call my name, but I just ignore her.

I look into the cabinet for my knife, but remember she took it. Tears are streaming down my face as I see myself in the mirror. I'm ugly and worthless. I slam my fists down hard on the mirror so I don't have to look at my hideous self anymore.

Peices of the glass fly everywhere, but I barely feel the pain. I pull one of the sharp shards out of my bleeding stomach, and place the cold glass to my wrist. I was worthless, and everyone would be happier if I was gone anyways. I repeated that to myself as I made deep cuts on my wrist. I could hear Lacey screaming my name, but I knew she didn't really care. No one did.

I move on to my other wrist and begin again. Each cut getting deeper and deeper. I could barely see anything, just the red of my blood all over everything. I cry harder as everything starts to go dark. Before my eyes shut completely, I see Lace and what looks like J running in. But it can't be her, she hates me. I don't blame her though. I hate myself. I'm nothing.