The Day My Life Ended (Editing)

Chapter Forty-Eight: Anderson Twins

Darcy

Just a few more minutes. Then this would all be over. I just need to hold out, give my sister a little more time. Morgue just needs a little more time.

"It's time Spencer."

Looking up from the floor, I tried to adjust enough so that I could get a good look. My eye felt a little swollen, I'm surprised the contact was still in at this point. If it came out maybe they wouldn't notice, the swollenness of my eye might distract them.

There were a bunch of guards there, lifting me up by my upper arms to drag me towards my execution. Wouldn't be long now. I needed to stall.

"Let me go!" I tried to yell.

"You're not getting out of here."

"I will. I always do." I growled.

"Shut her up!" Dominic ordered from ahead of us.

One of the guards pulled out a stretch of rope, tying my mouth shut. I tried biting his fingers, but it didn't work. I was starving, that might've affected it. Yeah, that Chamberlin wife came by and gave me a banana, but it didn't do much. She stormed out before I could do more to her, she already looked a little shaken up to be honest. I guess she went to see Lilac or Morgue.

Morgue. She has to at least be out of that cell by now, has to at least be out of that cell by now. She's probably looking for her friends, or her daughter. That cute little thing, sometimes it felt like what compassion I used to have came back.

That's another thing I hate about the world speaking a which. There are some murderous psychos that just make me wanna snap their pricks. Those bastard child murderers.

That was the only restriction I agreed with. Morgue and I, once being the same person, loved kids. Something about their innocence appealed to me. To Morgan, it was that they had an unbiased view of the world.

Morgan told me once, before one of her few deaths, that she like to reminisce before her clock ran out. Seems like a good a time as any as these idiots dragged me off towards Morgan and their own deaths.

I remember way back when, before any of this even started. When I was just a thought in the back of Morgan's head.

Let me explain to any voices in my head with stupid questions. Before Morgan went into Child's Play, she was a psycho bitch. She was a murderer and she liked it. She took daily blood baths, necklaces out of bones, even made a doll out of hair.

Still miss Mrs. Tangled, she smelled like every single shampoo known to man.

It wasn't until Morgan went to Child's Play that something amazing happened. The best way to describe it, is like those Froot-roll ups that split in two. That's what happened.

I went one way, Morgan went the other. Twins. Her being the eldest, typical of her.

She told me, after the supposed earning of my cutiemark, everything that happened to her. Morgue even acted out some parts.

She was the best storyteller. Always had a tale for everything we did. It always reminded her of something, somehow. It made me laugh.

I had some memories. A few from Dark Morgan times. A few just from random. I once remember back when Morgan was 89, she went to Fairly Odd Parents and wished that Morgan Spencer would never be alone.

It became then that Timmy Turner was stuck to her hip! It was hilarious!

A fist suddenly hit my back. I must've laughed. They wanted me quiet, I guess laughing wasn't allowed. Lifting up my head, my hatred of these guards and Dominic grew. Bastards, they were taking a fifteen year old to her execution!