Bleak Hearts

Bleak Twins

Octavia Caroline Harrison 12th March 1988

Spyder William Harrison 12th March 1988

Hand in hand the twins stood on the edge of the bridge. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair at all. They were only young but the second they saw each other, they knew. They knew it all and all they could think about was how cruel it was. Octavia wiped her tears, Spyder gripped her hand a little harder. 

"It'll be quick, and when we wake up, we won't be twins, and we can meet again and we can be lovers like the old days" 

He spoke so wisely like he had lived a thousand lifetimes... which he had. This time they remembered everything but a brother and sister should not live the lives they wished to. He brushed her tears away with his thumb, gazing into the blue pools of her eyes that he could stare at forever and a day. He didn't want to die, he did not want her to die either but that was the way things had to be.

"Close your eyes"

 Spyder whispered, letting his weight take him over the bridge and pulling her with them. With a splash, they hit the water, hard. Hitting water at that speed from that height is like landing on concrete and being so small and so fragile, their bodies couldn't handle every breakage now even bruise.

Octavia had let go of Spyder, his body moving down the river faster than she though possible but she was still awake. She began to panic, flailing her arms as she was dragged down. Hitting each rock, bones breaking she wanted the pain to stop, she wanted to be free of this curse. Every time her head hit a rock or she breathed in another mouthful of water, she prayed. Prayed that she would die, that the burning sensation in her lungs would mark the end of this and she would either be with her love... or she would simply cease to exist.

When her eyes blinked open she was informed that she had been comatose, found washed up on the riverbed. Unfortunately they had never found Spyder's body and they wouldn't for some years. She stared blankly at the room around her, listening intently to the beep of the heart monitor as it mocked her. Teasing and taunting, she was still alive. Not only that, her brother had been killed over a year ago and it was her fault. It had been her idea to jump and now here she was, the cruel hand of fate keeping her blood pumping. Never had she been so cruel as in this moment.

Octavia couldn't walk, having been in a coma for so long but she quickly got used to the wheelchair. She was about to make a nurse lose her job, her parents lose another child and for the poor boy that got himself caught in the middle, all she could say was she was sorry. She'd stored her meds, unsure how many she needed but she had more than a handful. Taking them all, she hid away in a store cupboard. That was where another boy of her age had found her, he had only wanted to help but Octavia couldn't let him. She grabbed a pair of scissors from the shelf and stabbed them into the chest of the male before gliding them across her own throat. A pool of blood spread across the floor under the two, stretching out in desperate attempt for escape, and escape, is what Octavia did.

Octavia Caroline Harrison 12th March 1988-6th June 2002

Spyder William Harrison 12th March 1988-31st October 2001