After Zero brought me home, I slammed the door in his face and ran upstairs to my room.
The pain was unbearable, my heart was aching and I felt like even Nutella wouldn't be able to patch it back up. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I was never born.
Walking up to my room, I took off my shoes and jumped right into the comfort of my bed.
I was just rolling around moping when I felt something rad under my blanket. I lifted it up to find a picture frame.
"Why would there be a picture frame here...it wasn't here before.." I wondered out loud.
I grabbed it and turned over. Tears came to my eyes as I saw what, more importantly, who it was.
My twin sister, the twin sister I shared everything with, the one that would take a bullet for me, the one that got kidnapped 5 years ago...Casey.
Casey and I were at the park one day with one of my old friends, I can't remember who, and she had to use the bathroom. But I was too busy playing with my friend that I didn't even hear her when she screamed for help. We looked for months with no signs or clues so the department decided it was a cold case. We moved after that. The only thing I remember was the boy with the striking blue eyes.
I threw the picture in my drawer and closed it, the pictures of her were out away a long time ago, only one person could of have it, but I can't remember who he was.
I just laid there like a corpse until my butt started buzzing. Wait my butt-it's my phone.
What's this number...I don't remember having it. I shrugged and answered it anyway, what could be the harm.
"Uhh hey....who are you?" I said slowly.
"Guess." said a deep voice.
"Darth Vader."
"Ye-wait what? No it's Zero!" Said the person.
"Wait Zero?! How in the name of cheese balls did you get my number?!" I screeched through the phone.
"Damn princess calm down, I have my ways, and cheese balls?" He chuckled. That was a hot chuckle.
"I've been craving them don't judge me, and why did you call me anyway?" I said rolling my eyes, I want cheese balls.
"I just wanted to tell you, that whatever everyone else is telling you, don't trust them. They just want to get you further away from me, not for the better, but for the worst." he said sounding dead serious.
I rubbed the back of my neck, biting my lip. "What are you talking about...?" I said nervously.
"Trust me princess, you don't want to know." and with that, he hung up.
I am so done. My parents have neglected me ever since my sister was kidnapped. The real reason I came back to Florida is that they couldn't bare to look at my face anymore, I reminded them of her.
And now, coming back here, everyone's just been so confusing, feeling welcomed was all I wanted.
Zero, that girl, that guy, just everyone here gives me an uneasy feeling.
I don't know who to trust.
They say keep your friends close,
But your enemies closer. Actually my uncle Gabriel said that, he was always a demanding one I tell ya, sometimes I wonder if he was off his hinges.But what I do know is, trust comes in many forms, and Zero is one of them.

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Zero
Teen FictionZe·ro Definition: No quantity or number; naught; the figure 0. Al•ena Definition: Light "He was like a demon, she was his only redemption." (Warning: currently rewriting. Almost done. Well not really.)