Dystopia

Chapter 8

"Mother, I'm telling you! It was Andrew the one who locked me outside!" Mathew shouted as he was becoming impatient. 

"Mathew, why would you accuse your brother about such thing? He would never do that, he is your brother and he loves you. Stop blaming it on him if you know it was just an accident." his mother shouted back with her hands on her hips. 

"But I'm not lying he did it!" 

In the meantime, Andrew entered their shared room where Mathew and his mother were arguing.

"Is something wrong?" he asked with concern. 

"Andrew tell her it was you! You locked me outside in the cold!" Mathew pointed at him. 

Andrew gasped and seemed sad about his twin's comment. 

"Mathew . . . " he said. "I would never. You're my brother, why would I do that?"

"I do not like this lying Mathew, and you better stop it. Apologize to your brother." his mother said as she walked out with her voluminous royal blue dress. 

"Mother he's lying! I'm not lying!" Mathew shouted but gave up as he saw it was no use. "It was you, Andrew. Why did you try to kill me and still have the guts to lie to her face about it?"

Andrew smiled darkly and said:

"Murder sends you to the White Wings. Lying gets you everywhere." 

"You're trying to murder me." Mathew whispered as he widened his eyes with realization. "B-But why! Why would you do that! What have I ever done to you!"

The last question seemed to tick Andrew off as he marched forward and pushed Mathew to the wall. He placed a hand tightly over his mouth as he watched tears falling off his eyes.

"You were born Mathew. That's what you did to me. I should've absorbed your miserable-fetus-self when we were in the womb long ago. You took away from me what should be mine. And I am going to take it back no matter who I have to kill!" Andrew seethed with the fire of range burning in his eyes.

He smirked as he saw his twin's horrified expression and leaned to his ear to whisper:

"Go on and tell mom and dad. You will only make it easier for me to get rid of you."

Andrew finally let go off Mathew and fixed his hair and coat. He brushed a particle of dust off his shoulder and left.