Duality Doesn't Exist [Set It Off] [[DISCONTINUED]]

this is my stop.

I suggest u should start taking the chapter titles seriously now

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Right Side Up

Rayne
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We changed and showered at some point, I don't remember when or where. Now, I was in comfortable skinny jeans and a Pokemon T-shirt, along with purple sneakers.

I didn't talk to anyone the entire time we drove through Tennessee, even through Arkansas. Austin, Benji and Mirror Maxx kept trying to ask what happened, and I never answered, Zach did that for me.

"They were talking with their mirror, and I guess something got heated?"

'Nothing got heated, I just realized I'm useless.'

Looking back on all my decisions just made me feel worse. I've been nothing but a burden this entire time. It was my stupid decision to stay here, it was my stupid plan that got Pistol killed, it was My stupid decision to trust a fucking copy of me.

It was my stupid decision to walk home from school instead of taking the bus.

I stayed curled up with my head in my arms, resting on my knees the entire ride. I constantly felt tears, which eventually soaked my arm and the ends of my sleeves. I don't know if I was constantly crying, or it was an on and off thing. All I know is that I could feel Mirror Maxx staring at me, and I didn't trust myself to move of speak.

'Jeez, if I can't trust myself, who knows how they feel about me.'

"I think they're crying," I heard someone say. I didn't care who it was at this point.

"Okay, I've had enough of this." the van stopped, doors opened. I didn't move. I shouldn't. "Everyone, go get some fresh air, stretch your legs." all the doors opened and shut, except the trunk stayed open.

"Rayne, eat something," Zach pleaded. There was rustling of the bags, something laid at my feet. "Please, you didn't eat anything last night or today, just eat something."

I stubbornly kicked whatever was laid at my feet aside. The only movement besides breathing I've made all day.

"For God's sake, why the hell are you all of a sudden acting like this?" he asked. "Was whatever happened with your Mirror really that bad?"

"It's not the mirror," I weakly mumbled, unsure if he even heard me, let alone understood me. Yep, I was definitely crying now. "It's me that's the problem." I finally lifted my head, blinking tears away and trying to get adjusted to the light I haven't seen.

"And how are you a problem?" Zach asked. He was sitting next to me, legs crossed and holding a pop tart package in his hands.

"I've always been! From day one!" my voice unintentionally rose. "I was the idiot that walked home from school, which could have gotten you guys arrested if anyone saw you kidnapping me. I was the idiot that decided to stay and try to help you guys when-" my breathing was so uneven, I could barely talk now. "I couldn't even-even do any-anything."

"At least you tried!"

"I got Pistol killed!" I finally screamed, burying my face again. "It was my stupid fucking idea that got Pistol killed!" I shut my eyes, but still spoke aloud. "I don't know why I thought I was somthing special. I dunno why I thought I could help you, I can't even help my fucking self."

"Don't you-"

"Admit it, you just think I'm dead weight."

"No, I don't!" Zach protested. "Stop acting like this, seriously!"