I was nailed to a wooden fence. A few nails inside the palm of my hands, a few nails in my chest, and a towel below me just to soak up the blood that was coming out of the my bleeding hands. I tried opening my eyes, but it just caused more pain. Every time I opened my eyes I'd see blurry figures around me, flashing lights everywhere. They slashed metal belts at my stomach, giggling every time they threw a last hit. The took metal wires, and heated them up over a fireplace. They began burning my wrists with the steaming wires, making it look like I harmed myself.
I mean, at least that's what it felt like.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.