I'm Good, Right?!

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  ~start of journal~

I'm not like anyone else in this world. My name is Mercury, the good twin. My sister, Saturn had died for an unknown reason and now i'm being kept in a small room by the government. 

The government didn't know if I was the good twin or the bad twin. I don't think that they'll take my word for it, so I cannot tell them I am for sure.

    ~journal end~ 

I looked up from my journal. I sat down on the only thing i had in my tiny room. My "bed" which was actually just a blanket and a pillow on the floor. I hated it. I was being treated like an animal and nothing more. Like a cow getting ready to go to the slaughter house.

'We have no choice!' 'We can't trust you!' they had said when they had put me into this place.

"UNBELIEVABLE!!!!" I had accidentally shouted out of pure anger.

That..... got someone's attention. A guard already coming twords me.

"Be quiet evil one!!" the guard had shouted at me.

"But i'm not evil!!" I had shouted hoping to receive some mercy, this time.

"Actually, we need you for a test right now." the guard had given me a cruel smirk.

The word "test" made my whole body go numb. My life was strictly made up of tests, pills, and talking. I WAS SO SICK OF IT.

I just wanted to be free with what was left of my family.

The guard had pulled me out of my thoughts when he had tugged on the chains on my hands, making me trip a bit. 

One step after another, I could feel the anxiety growing in my chest, and I felt like a cornered animal. 

The guard had taken me and put me in a room with video cameras. 

"So, Mercury, what would you do to save your family?"

"Anything." I had said.

I would be free soon, or die.