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Chapter Eleven:
*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP* my alarm blared and I groaned, ignoring it. *BEEP, BEEP, BEEP* It began to blare even ouder. "But I don't wanna get up...." I mumbled. Sadly for me, my alarm clock doesn't talk, and therefore, didn't get the memo. *BEEEEP, BEEEEP, BEEEEP*
"Okay, okay, fine," I said aloud. I glanced at the clock before I slapped the top, turning it off. It was seven am, and it was a Saturday. Why in the name of Sam was I up this early?! And that's when I remembered the talk we had had last night when I got home.
I smiled. Him and I were going to spend the day together. I was really, very excited. I threw my legs over the side of the bed, and got off; making sure to be very quiet.
My feet gently and quietly touched the floor as I walked over to my bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, and just said "Ugh," and walked back out; realizing that I had forgotten my clothes. I walked over to my dresser and searched through it. "Black, black, gothic, depressing, don't I have any cute clothes?!" I exclaimed.
I looked over my shoulder at my dead sister's dresser. I walked over there and gently opening a drawer. I swallowed and a lump seemed to appear in my throat. I swallowed again, and opened the drawer. Her scent hit me and I was sent into a frenzy of flashbacks.
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The Other Half of My Heart
Teen FictionShe killed herself. My twin sister. How can I live without her? I've lost the will to live. Why should I? There's no point. My sister and I had planned to die together with 72 dogs. Now, I have to grow old alone, and die, alone. I need a someone to...
