𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀 #𝟣 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓎 𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 ↬
Blair Lain is convinced that death is coming for her. Her twin sister, Alex, says she's gone mad. Blair thinks that might be true, but she can't shake this feeling lurking inside her gut that screams tha...
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"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
I was still half asleep when I heard the whiny voice of my sister. I grumbled, swatted the air and rolled over. With the storm, her nightmare, and the weird dog creature I definitely didn't see outside last night...I'd barely gotten a lick of sleep.
"There is blood EVERYWHERE!" my sister continued. "Are you completely deranged? Is this.... Are you trying to get back at me for something? What the hell did I do to you? Was ruining my favourite scarf not enough? Now you need to destroy the entire house? Well, I am NOT cleaning it!"
"Goddd, shut up," I groaned. "I just want to sleep...."
"And I want a sister who doesn't perform a bloodletting in the middle of the living room, but I guess we don't always get what we want."
Then she ripped the sheets from my bed.
Even in Australia, winter was freezing, and I groaned loudly at the temperature difference. I could feel myself waking up and becoming even more annoyed. I'd been having a good dream, the best dream...where I was in love with this masked man and about to see his face for the first time. And now, because of this gremlin, I would never know what he looked like. The light was on, blaring down at me with the power of the sun as I tried to use my pillow as a makeshift shield, but it wasn't long before that was commandeered too.
"Stop taking my things!" I shouted.
"Stop ruining mine!" she yelled back. "I'm so tired of finding blood everywhere. What is your obsession with throwing it around?"
"I wasn't throwing it around," I mumbled, still half asleep. "I was eating it."
"What?"
"I ate the minced meat."
Silence followed. It was beautiful, and had I had my blankets and pillow, I might've been able to fall back to sleep. Instead, I had to settle for the look on my sister's face.
