dissociation | z.m.

[one]

[Enfield is a real city and I randomly chose it. No reasons at all.] IF THERE IS ANY MISTAKES, LET ME KNOW.

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Enfield, May 14th, 2012, 6:29AM

One morning judged by the stereotype as normal and with the long-awaited sun in Enfield, which could rarely be seen this time of the year, as the London weather. The sun, however weak it was, woke sweet Annabelle up, - as the friendly housekeeper, Dominique, used to call her.

She was already more than used when exactly 6:30AM the little white clock on the top of her bed sounded annoying, while she made a huge effort to not throw it on the wall. She thought to herself if these clocks were made of a strong material... If not, manufacturers should really think of making them tough enough to meet the irritating sound with the wall.

But if they were made resistant they would not break, which would result in a relative decrease in the bedside clocks shopping, a drop in the pockets of watches entrepreneurs which could after a while lack of money.

Forget it.

The clock would not be thrown against the wall.

After the whole ceremony to wake up and get up, dress up and all those things that women do to stay presentable even for miserable cockroach in the trash, she took a deep breath, plucked up the courage to leave the room and went down to coffee.

You know those days when you wake up and do not want to go any place that is out of your cozy little world, a.k.a. blankets, because "there are people" out there? Certainly today was a day twenty times worse than that kind of day for Annabelle, not only for her, but probably for everyone who has to wake up this time on a day like this.

She passed down the hallway, wide and well painted with color lifeless, a mixture of yellow, green and beige which she thought was a awful bad taste. She watched us perfectly aligned paintings hanging on the walls. Wondering what would they do without photos frames hanging on the wall.

She remembered that passed there the night before and did not spot them there. Or she was tired enough not to have noticed or her sister may have placed them earlier today.

She went down stairs already listening to the classic morning laughter of Giselle and Nicholas, her siblings which she lived and entered the kitchen catching sight of Nicholas in front of the toaster while Giselle laughed about some random story that her brother had told.

"Good morning, angel!" If she was not his sister, she probably would have melted for the smile that her brother released. Nicholas could easily be mistaken for a model or something. She chuckled to herself as she looked her brother turn around to see if the bread was not toasted too much. He had always been a terrible cook.

"Good morning, big fellow!" She gave him a little hug while Giselle was still busy laughing at something she did not know what it was about . "Good morning Giselle!"

Her sister laugh stopped and turned into a giggling. "Hello, sweetheart!"

"Do you two got your things already prepared? I'll just eat and we will leave, Nina is already in the gym..." Nic warned the sisters and even before they answer he added "I hate delays and you know so... Go immediately!"

Giselle grinned at her twin sister when the two exchanged knowing glances at each other.

"Stay cool, little bro!"

Barely knew Annabelle that this was one of the last smiles that she would see of her sister.

Enfield, March 5th, 2014, 5:47 PM

"That's all that you are able to do, sis?"

Nina called her the way she called Giselle.

Annabelle quickly opened her eyes, seeing her coach and brother Nicholas looking disappointed at her while she made strength to stay awake long enough to eventually reverse the situation and turn the tables on Nina.

She felt Nina increasingly tightening her forearm in her sweaty neck, something called the rear naked choke. Annabelle was already breathing harshly and she knew that would not last longer.

She could not stand it anymore. Soon, she felt the effect that the lack of oxygen did, she saw black spots shoot in her vision.

"Annabelle! Give it up! You will faint! C'MON!"

She heard Bree shouting, at least she thought it was Bree.

It would be a shame.

"Better embarrassed than dead," she thought.

She beat her hand three times in Nina's arm feeling loosen and Nina laugh satisfied as she took her mouthguard out. Nina was certainly one of the best in her category, medium weight, while Annabelle was a category below her, welterweight.

Frustrated and failed.

Frustrated by losing one more fight for Nina. Annabelle dried the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand and looked at her sister who had the glow of victory always in her beautiful green eyes.

"Fight finalized by waiver, again."

Nicholas did not have to gaze Annabelle, the disappointment in his voice made her feel small enough. He handed a bottle of water to Nina, Annabelle just lowered her gaze removing her mouthguard and trying to focus on anything that was not the direction where the two were.

"Belle look at me", the voice of her brother was in a harsh tone and she immediately looked at him, "If you keep on like this, you will not going anywhere in the league. Do your hear me? Focus child! If you do not win against Nina even if it is at least once, you will not be able to compete, I'm sorry but it's true."

She knew it was the truth, the honest truth. Nina was not concerned or sorry for her sister, she wanted to win and was willing to go over those who were on her way. Nicholas's unhappy gaze left the ring and went to the office without another word, leaving Annabelle there exhausted and feeling even more small and helpless by the look that Nina gave her.

"You know it's better to give up right?", her sister smirked at her.

"You know I will not.", Annabelle quickly snapped and went to her sister grabbing the water bottle of her hand, "It will not be that easy for me to give up. You know. So f*ck off, Nina."

"It will not be that easy for you to win, you know you can't", Nina approached her, leaning forward to whisper in her left ear, "Do not be silly, sis."

You know you can't.

Nina's words echoed through her head and for a moment, Annabelle believed. Maybe she would not be able to win, but would do anything to be champion, even if it was only in her mind.

The promise that has made to her twin sister before she felt her heart stop and her eyes close forever, would be fulfilled.

And honestly? She did not care about the price and neither the consequences.

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