Was that your brother?

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Evelyn's POV

All the colour drained out of my face, my heart hammering out of my chest. It couldn't be real... it couldn't.

My attention was stuck at the window, it was nightmarish... unbelievable.

I'd seen my mother peek out of the window. She'd found me... and she'd seen the twins. I fell to my knees, shaking in shock.

Impossible... it's impractical. How'd she find us? What do I do now?

"EVEYLN,"

It was hopeless...

"AMY,"

I would join him on the moon.

"PLEASE,"

It's easy... just surrender.

"RUN EV, RUN."

And then everything will be peaceful.

"DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY, SURVIVE,"

Everything will be perfect.

"Perfect isn't always good,"

"Evelyn?" I looked up at Mars.

"What's wrong with you... what's wrong with the twins?"

'... there's something wrong with the twins?' I thought.

A feeling of insane dread sparked in me.

What if they saw our mother too?

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Ani's POV

I said cross legged at Evelyn's bed, tears falling down my cheeks. The fight I just had with my brother flashing in my eyes.

I was ordered to clean up and go to sleep, with a "We'll deal with this in the morning," but I myself doubted I could go to sleep after what just happened.

I never ever wanted to talk to Andi again. That bastard of a brother doesn't deserve me... or am I just lying to myself to make myself feel better?

I felt so irritated and frustrated that it felt like I was going to explode, I was still shaking furiously and my hands where still clenched tightly; my fingernails digging into my palm. My tears dripped onto the floor silently, I was upset and angry.

Yet at the same time I felt so hurt... so worthless... I couldn't believe just a few minutes ago I was with Jaime on the edge of a five story building. And if I was honest, I wanted to go back there... forever.

My brain seemed to hum a sad made-up song in the background. And I coughed, my arm was rapped up, but it didn't stop hurting. It throbbed and throbbed so much that I wanted to cut it off and get it over with.

The door opened, and Evelyn walked inside: she looked horrible and pale, as if she'd seen a ghost.

"Can I get my own cellphone?"

She looked up blankly, and gave me the most forced 'OK' look I'd ever seen in my life. "If you'd like," she croaked.

She looked desperately troubled, and I wished I could help. But dread was already dancing in the very pit of my stomach... why was Evelyn so sad?

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