FandomLemonade123

Hi guys, why am I losing followers? Is it something that I did?

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(part 3)
          Things like this keep happening over the course of the next few weeks. But more strangely. I could have called my friend and promised to meet them at the park, but later, they would come to me because they were mad that I canceled. And when I checked my text messages, there was a message that I would have read. “Sorry, I don’t want to hang out with a loser like you today.” I was really confused, sometimes photos of me with my friend would start appearing on my windowsill or phone. Photos that neither me nor my friends took. Most of the time it was in a location that I’ve never visited before. And I was getting less and less sleep, I was less focused. And I was feeling more and more absent from the world every day.
          
          
          One day, I woke up in the hallway. I was confused and then I remembered, I decided to camp there for my sister’s birthday. I smiled and got up but I could not hear anything. My sister was not there. In the distance, I see a familiar looking girl leaving the building. I shrugged it off and went to the washroom. I looked in the mirror and screamed.
          
          Stupid wattpad only lets me post 2000 words...

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(part 2)
          5 years later, I walked into the hallway where we had hid .  Rumors say that my twin sister stands there day and night. And I can confirm that the rumors are true. Because I can hear her screaming for help. I come here to talk to her every day because I regret not saving her when I was perfectly able to. My parents have never really paid attention to her. She was not the nicest person and was poor in academic achievements.  But she was always there for me. She was always the braver one. Truthfully, most of the time it was me who had caused all the trouble. She always took the blame. “Hey sis,” I heard the hallway whisper. I smiled.
          
          I was making my way back home. Me and my sister had just made some small talk. Just her asking a few questions about my life and stuff. Just what we have been up to ever since I mustered up the courage to set foot in the building a few months ago. But recently, the questions started to get more personal. It went from “How’s school” to things like “How do you react when somebody says something mean about you.” or “How often do you smile?” But I never thought much about it. 
          
          When I got home, mom was waiting for me. “I thought you just left?” She said confused. “No mom, I left 2 hours ago.” I replied. It was 7am in the morning. She probably had not had her coffee yet. “Nonsense. You have been acting weird for the past few weeks. Is something wrong? Are you getting bullied?” Mom asked, “I’m fine mom. It’s all ok.” I said. By then, I was more confused than she was.