Bad Girl Bad Boy

One: I'll save you the sob story

Yes. I had lost my twin. It hurt to the point where I couldn't feel anything anymore. But you usually move on right?
Right??
  I'll save you the sob story of Riley Grey. That's me. Moi.
We were born on a windy morning on the 12th of November in 1998. When I say we, I mean my sister Megan and I.
At least now I can say her name without the stabbing feeling in my heart. She would have bee 18 this year. But god took that away from her without batting an eyelash. Anyways, I am your normal 5ft 4 inch girl with brow hair and light brow eyes. But inspire of looking the same, I could never be Megan.
She smiled a lot. She had that signature smile that made guys swoon a her feet. No matter what I tried, I could never be like her.. Nor could i ever forget the way she was ripped out of my life without warning.
Six months is a very short amount of time to get over it and process something that crawled out of your deepest darkest nightmare.
17. She was 17 and she deserved so much more than she got. And I'm angry. So angry at everything. So helplessly angry.
There was a funeral. Which I didn't have the guts to attend. I knew I would shatter in a million pieces. I had to hold it together. She wouldnt want me to cry.
Six months ago, I lost the light in my eyes, the one person I trusted the most with my deepest secrets. The one person that knew how afraid of the dark I was.
But the thing was, I just didn't care anymore. I'd gone numb.. lost the will to care.
My friends tortured me for a while, said that I was depressed. Soon they took a hint and left me the f*ck alone. They all gave me those damn looks. You know the ones. The sympathetic animal ones.
Beth was different. Beth understood. She knew what it was like, since she lost her bestfriend.
We both kept each other strong.
My parents were a whole different shabang. They immersed themselves in work. That's how they'd cope. That's all they knew. Mega was the glue holding us together. Now that she's gone, we were all lost pieces.
"You never shed a tear since.... you know, did you?" Once Beth asked while spinning on the chair in my room. I was laying down and staring at the ceiling. "Nope." Not on the outside. She wouldn't want that. She stopped spinning and turned to me, "You are really strong Riley. You dont have to be tho. You are just 17." I shrugged, and just like that we were back to comfortable silence.
School started tomorrow. And surviving Lakers high was not that bad, if you hadn't lost a twin that is. For me, it was that place where people stared at me with those damn beady eyes. I had learned to ignore the feeling of continuously being watched. It wasn't worth it. Come Monday, I would deal with the drama then.

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Drrrrrrrrr dhish (that was a drum roll) How was it? First chapter.
Thanks for reading so far.. lots more to come.

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