Twins Next Door

Chapter 5

Mia left her house to visit the twins. She walked out her house to see the twins sitting on the grass on their phones. Grayson had his jaw clenched. Ethan was the same. Mia slowly walked towards them. As she got closer, they looked at her. They jumped up and glared at her. She gave them a confused look as she walked closer.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

Anger flashed across Grayson's face. "What's wrong?! Why don't you tell us! Twitter! So now our friend thinks it's cool to hate on us?! I can't believe you! After everything we've been through! You finally show your true colours! Why? Why did you do that?! You were only using us for friends until you got better friends! Don't lie to us! We know you never liked us! No one does! I can't believe we actually thought you were different! But you're not! You're just like everyone else!"

"What do you mean?"

"DON'T ACT DUMB! WE READ YOUR TWEETS! YOU HAVE ALWAYS HATED US AND YOU NEVER WANTED TO BE FRIENDS! YOU USED US! YOU LIED ABOUT LIKING US! YOU LIED ABOUT BEING OUR FRIEND! YOU NEVER LIKED US! WHEN WE FIRST MET, YOU TRIED TO SHUT US OUT! YOU WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH US! YOU WERE NEVER OUR FRIEND!"

"What tweets?!" Grayson showed her the tweets off his phone. It read: The Dolan twins are selfish attention seeking dicks. They only care about themselves. They are irritating twins. Especially the dyslexic one. He can't even read! It's pathetic! I don't get how anyone can like them! I have come to realise how much I hate them! I wish they were never born!

"I... I didn't tweet that! I would never say something like that! Someone must have hacked into my account and tweeted that!" Mia argued.

"DON'T LIE TO US! WE KNOW IT WAS YOU! WE WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! YOU'RE AN UGLY, FAT GIRL WHO DESERVES TO DIE! BLAMING IT ON SOMEONE ELSE SO YOU COULD HURT US MORE! YOU'RE PATHETIC! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE IF YOU ONLY WANT TO HURT OTHERS! WE WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU! WE NEVER WANT TO HEAR YOUR SQUEAKY VOICE! WE DON'T WANT TO HUG YOUR FAT BODY! WE DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR UGLY FACE! STAY AWAY FROM US! AND OUR FAMILY!" Grayson yelled at her. Tears streamed down her face.

She looked at them with teary eyes. She didn't see a single look of guilt or regret on their faces. She slowly walked to her room. She was dead inside. She walked to her room and locked the door. She sat in the corner of her room hugging her knees. She was crying her heart out. Her only friends had told her they hated her and wanted nothing to do with her. She didn't leave the corner of her room. She cried all day. She had nothing. She felt nothing.

She heard a faint knock on her door. "Mia, are you coming down for dinner?" It was her mum's voice. She continued to cry into her hands, ignoring her mum. Her mum eventually left, leaving Mia to cry in her room. She didn't move from the corner of her room. She cried all day and all night. The next day, she heard talking outside. She listened to what was being said.

"I'll come and visit you two in L.A soon," Lisa Dolan said.

"Okay, mum," the twins said together. "We'll see you soon! We love you!"

The twins were moving. Her heart was destroyed. No, her heart was already destroyed. Her heart was no longer in her chest. She continued to cry until she could no longer cry. She had cried her heart out. She felt numb. She felt nothing towards everything. Her emotions were destroyed. Her feelings ripped apart by her best friends. She climbed into her bed and sat staring at the wall. She sat cross legged on her bed. She stayed there all day. She didn't move, she didn't cry.

It was finally night. She listened to the peace and quiet of the night. Her phone was destroyed as soon as she entered her room. She smashed her phone against the walls of her room. She continued to stare at her bedroom wall. She heard nothing. She sat on her bed. She didn't move, she couldn't move.

She used her razer to cut her arms. She broke it up and used the blades to slice her arms. She would cut herself whenever she thought of either of the twins, or when she loved herself, or when she hated herself. Grayson's words helped open her eyes to see the true her. She thought she was perfect. But Grayson told her what she really was. She would let the blood flow down her arms. She didn't want to live.

She was sitting on her bed, as usual, when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. It was mid day and she still hadn't left her room. She has stayed in her room for an entire month. Her mom had put meals outside her door everyday so she could eat. She was still in her bed. She hasn't showered since the day she lost the twins. She hadn't changed clothes. She was wearing the same thing as before. She's been wearing the same clothes for a month.

"Mia?" A familiar voice spoke from behind the door. The voice belonged to Lisa Dolan. "Can I come in?" Mia was still staring at the wall. She crawled out of bed and unlocked her door. She opened it just enough for Lisa to slip into the room. She locked the door after her and sat back on her bed. She stared at the wall again. Lisa sat on the bed and looked at Mia.

"Mia, you need to leave your room and talk to someone," Lisa said.

"Why? The only people I could talk to were Ethan and Grayson. But they want nothing to do with me. They were the only ones who understood me and knew how to make me happy. But they hate me. There's no point of living. I wish I was dead". Her voice was emotionless. She sounded dead and depressed. She looked nowhere, but the wall.

"Mia! Don't say that!" Lisa exclaimed. "You need to make new friends. You shouldn't stay locked up in here forever. You need to change and adapt to a new lifestyle".

"I knew it! You only want me to forget about your kids so they can be happy!" Mia's voice was dull. "I would like you to leave my room!" Lisa didn't argue and left the room. Mia locked the door behind her. She sat in her bed and stared at the wall. She grabbed her blades and pulled it across her arm as fast as possible. The blade pierced her skin, revealing red thick blood. It flowed down her arm. She pulled the blade across her arm five times; three on her left arm and two on her right.

She was going to die eventually. She was just speeding it up.