After A Coma, My Twin Sister Returns For Revenge

Live Like Zoe

Zoella POV

Chloe plopped a box of pizza onto the table with a grin. "Living your life is way easier than I expected, Zoe. Seriously, people care about you, sis. And by the way, you never mentioned your boss was such a jerk."

I could barely muster a response, my voice barely above a whisper, "You didn't do anything to her, did you?"

She shook her head, her smile unwavering. "No way, babe! She might be a jerk, but she's actually pretty nice." Standing in front of me, she urged, "You really need to eat some pizza; you haven't had a bite since the day before yesterday. How are you even still going?"

I chuckled softly, realizing how true that was. "Yeah, I could definitely use some pizza." As she slid a slice in front of me, I devoured it like I hadn't eaten in days—because I hadn't. Surviving on nothing but my own spit for three days had left me desperate for food, and I wasn't about to turn down anything, even if I had doubts about it. I needed to eat to keep going, to figure out what would happen with Alex in the end. Chloe waved another slice in front of me, playfully calling me a "hungry lion" as I lunged for the pizza. To her, it was all fun and games, but for me, it felt like I was trapped in my own home, suffering.

Alex had left the day before, and with Chloe as my only company, I felt the urge to escape. But running away wouldn't help me uncover the truth about that accident; I needed to stick around. I was sure that being with my sister would jog my memory—after all, blood is thicker than water, and I knew she wouldn't harm me if she wanted to keep living like me.

A year from now, I have this feeling that everything will be alright; I'll have tracked down my dad, and we'll be giving the whole family thing another shot. At least, that's what I was hoping for. But there's this strange mix of anxiety, excitement, and a hint of fear swirling inside me. One thing's for sure: this next year is going to feel like it's dragging on forever. Then there's Eva, my best friend, who's out there living her dream life without a clue about what I'm going through. She doesn't even know if I was feeling happy or sad, and that stings a bit. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy creeping in. We used to daydream about our future weddings, the perfect husbands, cozy homes, and adorable kids. We had it all planned out—colors, flowers, neighborhoods, even baby names. But now, it felt like we were on completely different paths. My life had taken a turn I never saw coming, and I guess I would just have to wait and see what the next year had in store for me.

"Are you bored yet?" Chloe asked, peering out the window.

"Who wouldn't be? I've been stuck here like a chicken for three days!" I replied, feeling a bit trapped.

"I didn't mean to put you through this, sis. I really appreciate all the effort you were putting in to help me walk again, but it feels like you're trying to torture me... that's just not cool."

"I know, and I'm really sorry about that."

She said, "But if I let you go now, Alex is going to be furious with me, you know?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Since when did you start taking orders from Alex? I thought you were the one in charge of your own life!"

"Yeah, I am, but I really admire your life. It's not overly flashy, people genuinely care about you, and you're still a virgin, huh?" She let out a slow sigh. "I just really appreciate your life, that's all there is to it."

"Well, why don't you just live my life, and I'll take yours?"

"That's not how life works."

"Chloe?"

"Hmm." She responded, taking a drag from her cigar.

"Did you know I could have escaped if I really wanted to?"