I rang the doorbell of the grand mansion, and stepped back. "Hey," David said as he opened the door. "We need to talk, can I come in?" he opened the door for me, and led me up to his room. "What is it," he asked. "This is kinda hard to explain and you're probably not gonna believe me, so I'll just start with the easy stuff. I'm not schizo." He smiled. "That's great! So like you're pretty much cured?" "No, I never had it," I responded. "I don't understand were you faking it the whole time," he asked. "No, I really saw David, he just wasn't made up from my imagination." "That doesn't make sense. Why do we look alike and have the same name?" I sighed. "He's your dead brother." He stared at me for a moment, looking for a sign that I was joking. "You're kidding right," he laughed nervously. I shook my head, "I wish I was." He grabbed my hand, and began leading me to the door. "Where are we going?" "Downstairs, my parents can explain this to you, I'm an only child."
*David's POV*
"When I was pregnant with you, David, we found out I was having twins. We were so excited to be having two bouncing baby boys, but something happened when you were born. David came first, the other David, for a little while he did cry, but then he stopped and started making choking noises. The doctors couldn't do much, it all happened so fast, but then you came. We had planned to name you Daniel, but when David died we decided we liked that name better so we gave it to you. I'm so sorry we didn't tell you. When you told us about Gwyneth, we couldn't believe it. We thought it was an impossible miracle."
A twin. I had a twin. "Why wouldn't you tell me I had a twin?" "We didn't want you to have to bear that burden with us," my dad answered. I tightened my grip around Gwyneth's hand. "Don't blame them," she whispered reassuringly.
"Are you alright," she asked while we sat on my bed. "Yeah, it's just a lot to take in, y'know. It's hard to mourn someone you never knew, but it does hurt to think about what could've been. What about you, are you alright?" She looked down at her hands. "I'm working through it. At least I'm not crazy."
A/n-
Sorry that was short and it took so long. I've exams and benchmarks back to back at school, but that's still no excuse. Shout out to Zoe Stromberg for reminding me to get my act together! Unfortunately though, is getting pretty close to its end I'm thinking like no more than 5 chapters left sooo yeah
~Jordy
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Disorderly Conduct
Teen FictionGwyneth Wilson is a very peculiar girl who lives a sheltered life. She's like a regular teenage girl in most ways, but there's one difference. She has severe schizophrenia, a personality disorder that makes her have a very realistic imaginary friend...
