• Our parents are dead. We live alone. No one tells us who we are or what to do. We are identical. We're a mirror. Yet we're different. Because as soon as I touch my sisters flesh, I feel a burning difference between us. We are not the same. We are not a mirror. People do not understand this. We aren't the same at all. We are not exactly alike. Deal with it.

    Rea

    Twins. Identically. Mirror
    Shattered. Different. Murder.
    Together. Forever. Parents
    Gone. Not ever. Have had
    A chance to meet the ones who gave birth to us.

    I'm happy with my life. Not really, but overall I am. My childhood is horrible. I feel not strong enough to speak. So I must.. must.. do that. Parents have been murdered... And all I have left of our mother is pieces of a broken mirror with the frame. All I have left of my father is a letter to my mother. They were murdered. I never had a chance to meet the ones who gave birth to us. I am the older twin. Rizaline is my little sister. By five minutes. Together, we saw the mirror shatter, everything break. We are together forever now. Parents are gone. We never had a chance to meet the ones who worked for us. We are identical. It's like looking in a mirror. But we are completely different. I am apparently the bad twin, the one whom Mrs. Madell does not prefer. She loves Rizaline though. No matter how I try, I will forever be me. Not ever will I try to be like my dear Riza, because I am my own. I am strong. But being unfavored is not well in this home..

    Rizaline

    Conflict. Careful. Courage.
    Rages. Hurt. Bravery.
    Scars. Bruises. Same things.
    Healing. Painful. Similar.
    We only have that left.

    We don't fight. But we feel the rage running through us. We don't speak when we are angry, for we know we will leave scars that will need plenty of time to heal. I am Rizaline. I am careful, and always the one hurt, ends up with bruises and the painful knowledge of being clumsy. My wish is to have courage, to be brave. Just like Rea. She refuses to be like me, saying I am too, 'soft.' I agree with her completely, but she wants to be one-of-a-kind. We like the same things, and we look so similar. People confuse me for her, until you put us side by side. I would do something stupid, like stumble, and fall. Whilst, Rea would look down at me, and pull me up saying, "Watch your step. You may be clumsy but that isn't an excuse for daily accidents." I would turn bright red and nod. Mrs. Madell says it is alright for a lady to slip and fall, for a 'dashing' young man may catch you. I shake my head and say I'm not worth it. She would wave her hand saying, "Nonsense! You'll be a wonderful wife." After she scolds Rea for doing nothing, I feel sad. I pick up the broken pieces, my half of our fathers letter, and put it on top of each other, as though its a puzzle. The pieces of my mothers mirror. I gaze into longingly, wondering if I could see her reflection. But no, all I see is my reflection, with a hopeful look in my eye. On the other side of the room, I wonder if Rea is asleep, or doing as I am right now?

    Rea

    I disgust myself sometimes. I feel unloved. Mrs. Madell is ashamed to have me, but glad about Riza. I watch her as she plays with her pieces of the mirror, and reading over our dads letter, wondering whats on my half. I don't know whats on her half either. We have never seen each others before, saying it was ours to keep, and it was all we had left. I hear her put back the mirror pieces, and the letter too. She soon fell asleep, as her breathing became even and smooth. I tip-toed towards her bed, and touched her chest slightly. "Shes growing..." I murmured. I opened the door quietly, and closed it just. I took out my handy flashlight, and wandered into the guest room, and do the deal.
    To deal with this hate I feel, I.. I.. I do drugs. In the guest room is a delinquent who I let in, who promised me meth, finest I would of ever tried, if I gave him shelter. And so I did. "Hand it, buddy." I growled. He smiled. "Tell me a dirty secret. Or I'll do unmentionable things to you." I was taken aback. I was threatened. "I.. I masturbate?" I tried. I wasn't lying though. Riza and I had tried it, and she failed to feel anything, while I felt heaven. "Good. Now show me." I glared. "Fine." I lifted my gown, and showed things that a man should never see at his age.

    Rizaline

    I knew her secret.
    What she was doing.
    Everything
    I just questioned
    Why did I fail at that?
    Why does she hide drugs from me?
    I want to be her
    Drag
    Me
    In