My Twin Sister Died
My parents, who’d practically forgotten I
existed, suddenly remembered their crazy
older daughter and pulled me out of the
mental hospital. They were hiding the news of
my twin sister’s death, keeping her body in
the freezer at home. Meanwhile, I was
supposed to impersonate her at school. To
make every single person who ever messed
with her pay the price. Even the school’s
golden boy, her crush, ended up on his knees,
begging for my mercy.
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My sister, Lily, had killed herself.
My parents picked me up from the mental
facility–my personal prison for the last
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decade. The ride home was filled with my
mother’s tearful account of everything Lily had been through.
When we got home, a deep freezer sat in the
living room. Inside, they’d placed Lily’s body.
She looked just as sweet and pretty as I
remembered, her eyes closed like she was
just asleep. Except, there were so many
bruises on her, places where she’d been hurt
and they’d left dark marks. Some looked old,
and some were fresh, like she’d been burned
with a cigarette.
Her phone buzzed on the table. I used her
face to unlock it. The screen was flooded
with notifications.
The most recent messages caught my eye:
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“Lily, you ditch school again and you’re dead
meat.”
“Don’t forget I still have those nudes of you.
Bet you anything if Brad sees what a slut you
are, he’ll think you’re trash.”
“You better be here tomorrow. Or you will not
like the consequences!”
The last text had a video attached. When I
opened it, it showed Lily in a dark, disgusting
alley. A bunch of people had her pinned to the
ground, covered in dirt, her school uniform
torn to shreds while they laughed and yelled
obscenities.
My parents were squeezing my hands, I knew what they wanted–revenge. They drove me
to school.
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At the entrance to my classroom, my uniform
reeked of paint, I took a look around the
room. My teacher saw me and frowned,
pointing to a desk by the trash can.
“Lily, you dare skip class again? You clearly
don’t care about school, so you belong right
there with the trash,” she said.
I ignored the stares and made my way to my
desk.
Lily had always kept a diary. And sure
enough, there, it was, shoved in my desk. The
pages were filled with her pain, how alone she
felt. Also, there was a guy she had a crush
on, Brad. Every time his name came up, she
talked about something awful that had
happened to her.
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Then she wrote down a quote Brad had told
her:
“Even when life is tough, we have to find the
courage to start over.”
It sounded sweet, but it also sounded like a
challenge to Lily who had been facing bullying
every day.
Reading the diary, it became clear: this wasn’t
some random bullying thing. Someone was
making sure Lily’s life was miserable, that
someone had pushed her to suicide.
