THE OTHER ONE

THE OTHER ONE

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It was like she wasn't the pick of the litter. She definitely wasn't nothing like her biologically other half. She had a different walk, talk and attitude that no one seemed to understand. Only person that could get to a even playing field with her left in the middle of the night when she was ten. Now seventeen, the person least likely to even look her way understood her most. Maybe even better. With her being an fraternal twin it was almost amazing how they didn't even like to be in the same room. They didn't even look the same but yet everyone compared them as one person. The other one was the one that received all the hell from the person that is supposed to nourish and love her to the end. One was planned but the other one was more than a surprise. More like a burden.
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Content Warning: This story contains themes of abuse, mental illness, blood, and drug use. Reader discretion is advised. If any of this feels familiar or personal, please know you're not alone. Feeling overwhelmed or emotional doesn't make you weak-it makes you human. If you're going through something and don't have anyone to talk to, you can always message me. My DMs are open on Instagram @thegoob_first. No judgment. Just someone who's willing to listen. ⸻ People say it gets better. That pain is temporary. That if you just "hold on," things will change. But I've been holding on so tight my hands are bleeding, and nothing's changed- except me. I'm thirteen, and I'm already tired. Not just sleepy. I mean tired in my bones. Tired of pretending school matters. Tired of dodging fists and fake smiles. Tired of being the leftover twin. Kevin was the one people loved. The loud one. The brave one. He used to say we were two halves of the same storm. But he's gone. Drowned in a river we weren't supposed to be near. And I'm still here. Alone. Sometimes I wonder if the wrong twin died. And some days, I know it. My mom won't look at me the same. My dad's fists speak louder than his words. And me? I gave up a long time ago. So I did what you're not supposed to do. I ended it. Only-I didn't. Because I woke up. Again. Same day. Same weight in my chest. Same pain. Now I can't even die right. But then I met her. Skye. And suddenly, dying isn't the hardest part anymore. Living is.

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