Melody Of Words

Past

"For tonight, let us love like there's no goodbye's,
Just for tonight, pretend that it's all alright"
- No Goodbyes, Dua Lipa × Marshmello

What's the point of hiding?
Are you even aware of my own being?
You locked me up in the dark
Kept me until I lost count of the days

Are you even happy now?
A great actress is what you are
Go on, take a bow
Senses contradicts with war

I don't know how to make it stop
Was it me? Or you?
I got so numb from all the pain
Got fucked up with no gain

Days passed by
And I'm still here
Still locked up in the dark
You kept me until I lost count of life

I'm still flicking up back and forth from the pages of her diary.

"What have you seen?" My mother asks.

"Nothing, mother." She frowned but nodded and associated herself with the police.

I clutch the diary so hard. Now, she's gone.

I can be the center of attention and love from my parents again. My twin will never comeback.

She released a menacing smile while facing her back away from the authorities.

"Her body has disappeared but she loved writing! Maybe we can find a book, a diary! She must've left a message!" Her mother shouted, tears brimming from her eyes.

"I'm sorry ma'am. We will still do our best." The police woman said and left.

Her mother cried so hard. And she immediately, soothes her back but left a small dark smile and glances at the fire place in the old house.

Oh dear twin, what's it like being chopped and burnt? See you in hell.

Now, she justice have to burn that stupid diary. She already did a lot of job for attention.

She can't screw this up.

"What do you think of the selection, Ms. Jones?", oh crap. The old man comes to question me again. Like can't he just leave me alone? Ugh.

Groaning, I stand up and answered the stupid question.

"I think the selection is horrible and unrealistic. I mean, this isn't some tv shows that showcase detectives and innocent murderers. They all can't be dumb to not try and investigate the mother and the twin sister."

"Very well, Ms. Jones." He eyed me before asking another question in the class.

"How about you, Mr. Grant? What's your thoughts about the selection?"

I rolled my eyes as Mr. Thomas questions Alex Grant. That douche bag. He's like my nemesis. Always annoying the hell out of me.

"Contrary to what Ms. Jones said, the selection isn't horrible at all. It just shows how someone can be desperate enough to kill people just to feel love and attention. It is fairly realistic."

I stand up and slams my hands at the arm chair.

"Actually, Mr. Grant it is by far a fictional selection. I couldn't see any reasons why it was realistic. As for your opinion about it, I don't really care but you just don't have to drag my name down here." I stated.

He had the look of amusement and mischief when I glanced at him.

"Ms. Jones this is just a class activity. My opinion matters as well as yours, I don--"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR GODDAMN OPINION!" I yelled.

"YOU KNOW VERY WELL THAT THE SELECTION TRIGGERS ME AND YOU EVEN HAVE THE GUTS TO ANNOY AND BE AMUSED OF OUR CONSTANT BICKERING!" Alex stiffed and I can feel the tension lift in the air.

My tears began pool around my ears. One by one they dropped and I couldn't even stop them.

Pathetic.

"YOU WISHED I WAS THE ONE WHO DIED DID YOU? WELL, NEWS FLASH! I HOPE I WAS THE ONE BECAUSE SEEING YOU BRINGS BACK THE HORRIBLE PAST! I WISH I WAS THE ONE WHO GOT BURNED AND NOT MY TWIN! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW!?" I continued screaming.

"I fucking hate you." I said while looking at him.

"ENOUGH YOU TWO!" Mr. Thomas said and the bell suddenly rings. A signal that means the class is over.

Crying, I walked out of the class and began running through the hallway. There is no one in there, probably every student is in the cafeteria.

But before I could even wipe my own tears, I was being slammed to the wall. Green dark eyes stared back at me. Alex.

He lifts both of my hands leaving my bare crying face in front of him. He was leaning so close to me that I could even feel his breath.

"What the fuck are you doing?", I ask while glaring at him.

"I didn't fucking wished in my life that it was you who could've died in the fire, Zhyra. Never did I also wished that it was Zhaphyr. You knew that I was so fucking in love with you that when you wished for me to give you space I immediately gave you one." Alex said sounding broken but his voice remained steady. Controlling his actions.

"But I knew you were mad at me, Alex. Zaphyr was like your best friend and if it wasn't of my jealousy, your rest house will not turn into ashes!" I answered.

Zaphyr was my twin brother who died because of the fire accident that happened at Alex's rest house. The rest house was very important to Alex that I couldn't bare to see him with me.

Because I was the one who didn't turned off the stove and the fucking reason why it did cause a fire in the house.

"Please, Zhyra. Move on already from the past. I already forgive you. I'm sure Zaphyr doesn't want to see you being this miserable." He soothes my back and with that, I let go all of the frustrations I have when Zaphyr died.

I cried and cried in his arms until the bell rings.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay this time?" Alex asked me.

I smiled. "Yes, I will be. Thank you for the forgiveness. "

He kissed my forehead and whispered.

"Anything for you. Come back to me when you are ready." and he walks away.

I could come back to him. Little by little, I will move on from the horrible past. I will tell him everything from the beginning.

I just wished he'll listen to me if I say that the fire wasn't accidental.

Zaphyr started it when I told him I loved Alex.

My twin is gay and couldn't stand me and Alex being together. So he killed himself and put all the guilt to me.

I let out a deep sigh.

This is going to be harder to than I thought.

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Hi loves!

Wow, that was pretty intense HA HA!
I'm back and please do tell me what you think of this chapter by leaving a vote and comments below!

Moving on is a very essential part in your life. Bury all the pain in the past and start a new one with your loved ones. You can only find true happiness if you let all of your secrets go.

Lovelots,
Nina♥