Split

Chapter 1: The Girl That Shares My Face

PRESENT DAY

Third person's POV 

"Merging with her will make me a weak leader!" the chestnut brown haired girl shouted to an older man with almost similar but slightly darker  hair. They had been in what seemed to be a cream-painted room, with a single couch pressed against the wall and what seemed to be dead rose flowers in a vase rested on a small table. There was a plastic case with a television set in it which looked like it hadn't been touched in years. The windows had been slightly shattered so one could tell that a lot had happened in the house. 

"It's neither your nor my choice, Ariana. You need all the power you can get – the people are scared of you, " the man said, trying to reason with the angry girl who was still not satisfied. 

"But I have it under control now, I promise. I won't hurt anyone again. Not unless they provoke me themselves at least." Ariana grunted, disappointing the man even more. He sighed and walked over to the couch to take a seat, his head burried in his hands. 

"I need this, honey. Please. That birthmark on your fist is a symbolism that shows absolute dedication to our coven. It shows that you are a warrior so don't prove me wrong and show me that you're weak! " the man said, almost shouting to the young girl, his eyes filled with plead and hope. This made Ariana take a glance at the half-moon birthmark on her fist and sigh. She didn't care about most things but she cared about the coven, mostly ruling it but she still cared. 

"Fine, dad. But stop calling me by your pet names. I've literally grown out of them," Ariana grunted, flaring her hand to create a portal with blue flames around it making Ariana carefully go through the portal into a building with the words "Grim City Highschool" inscripted on its top. Ariana sighed and walked into the building hoping no one saw her portal into the area. 

Meanwhile elsewhere....  
Pheobe's POV

I wake up to hear my parents squabbling again but I'm unsure of how to react, I don't know whether to be angry or carry on with my day.

I got up from my bed and made a sigh of delight. I stretch my body for about fifteen minutes. As a cheerleader, keeping myself flexible is important. I couldn't help but feel peaceful as I looked across my salmon pink bedroom to see picture of my parents, Lisa and I all over the wall. I was however always confused by why I hadn't had any pictures of myself from when I was a child. It made my feel like I lost part of my childhood. 

"Pheobe! Honey, get your breakfast and go to school!" my mother shouted at a high tone, quickly pulling myself out of my thoughts. 

"Coming mom!" I replied and stretched my hands, walking over to my mirror to comb my chestnut brown hair roughly as it was always tough to straighten. In frustration I simply put it in a tight bun and glanced at the half-moon birthmark on my brown fist. It had always infatuated me as I had no idea where it came from making me sigh and slip my clothes on. 

I then ran down the stairs to see my parents in a better mood than they were previously. They always had a tendency to keep themselves happy when I was around and pretend everything was fine, even though I knew it wasn't. We were a perfect family to the untrained eye. I simply shrugged it off and smiled at the two. 

"Thanks for sandwich mom. See you tonight to watch the big game dad?" I asked my dad, softly taking the sandwich from my mother and giving her a kiss on the cheek before turning my attention back to him. 

"Of course honey. Don't forget your homework!" He shouted playfully, causing a small laugh to emerge from my mouth. 

I smiled as I exited the house, munching the sandwich on my way to the bus, throwing it's remainings into a trash can. I stood on the bus stop, waiting for the bus, obviously and got in with everyone's eyes loosely focused on me as though they had seen a ghost. I simply put my head down and continued walking to the seat Lisa, my best friend had reserved for me at the back of the bus next to her.