Another piece of clothing hit my face, I groaned in frustration. Lyla always made a mess in our part of the tent. I had begged Phoenix to let me go on their side but she protested. Blood trickled down my forehead from where Lyla had thrown a rock this morning. When I woke up more of my hair was gone.
Now she lay on her back, laughing hysterically at nothing. A dagger in her hand, she mumbled nonsense.
"You're mad," I spat. She got to her feet with a frown, breathing heavily. I wished the others would help. They've left me with my psychotic twin. Lyla's braid had come undone, plastered to her face and neck with sweat. Her grey tracksuit stained with my blood and her Sign burning on her wrist, since we had parts of the same Sign mine hurt too. Looking at her was still disorienting for me. A much stronger version of myself but now she was a mad version of myself.
Castor and Pollux had stopped visiting since we split. Belle had done some research at the palace, through Rasal she told Castor and Pollux. The conclusion was that there was no cure for it and I was stuck with a psycho for life. Lyla clutched her chest and rocked back and forth. Our sleeping bags were on either side of the tent. Lyla had scattered all the clothes and weapons she found in the training area, she even used them on me. She twisted and turned, laughing or whining. I wiped away the tears and blood, pulled back my hair and got to my feet.
For some reason everyone was gathered in the training area. They looked awful, like they had been beaten repeatedly. Belle's eyes kept drooping. I ran to them.
"Lyra," Belle said, concerned. "Where have you been?"
"I was..in the tent," I told. I looked at them, overexerted. "What happened to you all?"
Phoenix huffed. "Don't ask."
"If you would have helped, you would know." Amara shook her head in disappointment.
"Help with what?" I asked.
Lewis looked at me like I had grown a second head. Which I did, sort of, except that head was on another body. "Nevermind," he snapped.
"Look, I'm sorry but I-"
Raelynn cut me off, "Forget it."
"It's not fair that she didn't take part in this." Nathan pouted. He shivered, looking like he might pass out any minute.
"Where's Lyla?" Tristan asked.
"Forget her," I said, annoyed. "She's going mad. I can't stay with her. We have to do something. Please." I blinked back tears, my forehead stinging.
"Lyra." Belle stepped forward, putting a hand on my shoulder. "We can't do anything. It's not like we can get rid of her. She's your twin now."
"Besides we have our own problems right now," Lewis told sternly. They all looked at me like they were ready to scold me.
I covered my face and sobbed.
"Don't cry now," Amara begged, rubbing my back. I swatted her away and retreated to the tent. Amara and Belle followed me but I buried myself under the covers and cried. Lyla smacked me on the head with something, laughing maniacally. That would leave a mark.
"Leave her alone," Belle demanded.
"No, you leave." Lyla screamed, turning it into giggles. "Leave! Leave, leave, leave!"
"She's creeping me out," Amara complained.
Imagine how I feel every night, I wanted to say.
"Lyra," Belle whispered. "Come to our side, you can stay there."
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When Stars Fall(The Last Star Trilogy #3)
Fantasy"That explains the color of the sky." I looked up. "It didn't change that much. Now it goes red from time to time." Another statement I shouldn't have said. "That's because of the shooting Stars." Lydia coughed, trying to defend her father's mistake...
