Dear Scarlett

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Dear Scarlett

I got suspended from school today.

Why, you ask.

I killed someone.

Well I wish I did. 

Her name is Lizzie Lorane and I freaking hate her. We walked past each other during lunch in the hallways and I overheard her talking to her friends.

I just couldn't help myself after I realized what shit she was saying about the person I love the most and the only person that loves me back.

I have a twin. Like all twins, she looks exactly like me, same orange colored hair, same freckles on her face. She's taller than me and older than me by 4 seconds.

I loved her and I still do, so much, but there's a problem. And that is the fact that she's no longer with me.

In other words, she's dead.

Gillian Carson died when we were eleven years old. But I'm not going to tell you how. Every time I think into that day three years ago, I won't be able to keep sane, it'll haunt me. Maybe in the future.

Gillian was my other half and I was hers. After she died, the only reason that I'm still here today is that if I kept living, then a part of her would still be alive.

I've never gotten over her death, even after three years, though 3 years isn't that long. Hearing what Lizzie said was like reliving the moment of her death all over again and I couldn't help it, I reacted without thinking. 

She wasn't expecting me to lay a punch on her perfectly marked nose, nor did her group of wannabe friends who stood there in complete shock and didn't even bother to help their ring leader. She tried to fight back, but I guess I was filled with too much anger, nothing she did could've stopped me.

Lizzie went home with a sore nose and a bruised eye, she should be grateful it isn't broken. It was her fault anyways. 

And I got sent home, suspended for a week.

I don't regret what I did today, but sadly I prefer school over my own house, the moment I came back home from school hours before it finished, my parents completely flipped. Oh no, they didn't get angry about my actions, they were pissed that they had to see me more than they preferred.

Some nights, I think about Gillian. The memories we shared, the things we did, how life was great because we had each other. Those nights kept me happy, but tonight, all I could think of is how much I wanted her to still be here with me and tell me that everything will be okay.

But she isn't here, she's gone forever.