FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter 21 (Edit/Revised)

"Why do you look at me like that?" her mother demanded before sighing. "I can't stand looking at you like this. If only Carlin was still here... then it would be so much better..."

She then saw her father's loving yet very sad gaze. "Charla its okay, I miss him too but Carlin would want you to keep living, it's why he protected you, he loved you like any good brother would."

A little girl sobbed. "Carlin! Carlin! Please... please don't go to sleep! Don't die! Carlin! It hurts brother... it hurts... come back! Come back big brother!"

"Why?" the images that were before her soon faded to black, the voice she knew but didn't dare to turn around while remaining in that bleak darkness. But then she didn't have to move, for soon what stood before her was Carlin looking at her with a hollow empty gaze. "Why do they say all that when they don't get it, when you don't get it? You're my twin, I was the older sibling and did what I had too, I died... I died for you... I died because of you..." blood began to flow from his eyes and mouth as he looked like a pale fallen spirit as bloody ravaged hands reached for her throat. "I died because of you, and they say all that, because of you, because of you, because of you! It's always you!"

Pain erupted in the back of her skull and neck; blood slowly began to ooze from her old injury as she soon began to fall with her brother's empty face looking down at her.

"Do you get it now?"

Charla opened her eyes and stared at the wall of her bedroom, a cold sweat rested along her skin as she continued to stare at the wall, it was just a dream. No more like a nightmare, she touched the back of her neck where the scare lay. The grim reminder that she was still here all because of what Carlin did, if he hadn't she wouldn't be alive. And as grateful as she was she couldn't help but feel bitter about it all. She rolled over on her bed and stared at the photo of her and her twin smiling happily. Taking the picture she rolled on her back and stared at the picture for a long time before sighing as her hand touched her brother's face.

"I wish you were here..." she said to herself before sitting up and placing the photo back on the table and getting out of bed. As much as she wanted to remain underneath the covers of her bed she couldn't. Those memories mixed with dreams could make strange combinations whenever she felt like this.

After making her bed she headed downstairs, she had no intention of changing out of her clothes, her sweatpants and white T-shirt. But looking around she saw that no one was home.

It didn't surprise her in the least; somehow it almost gave a nostalgia feeling, and one that she would often hate but this time it made her laugh.

"What am I even doing here...?" she said to herself before looking into the fridge only she didn't see anything appetizing to her. Why is it whenever I'm like this, I get hungry but nothing ever looks good? She thought with a sigh before looking to the door. Screw it, not like anyone would know if I left for a bit.

She grabbed her hoodie and threw it on before putting on her running shoes. She didn't want to be in the state that she was, feeling angry but tired, yet knowing fully well that sleep would do nothing to help her at all.

Charla chose to head to the convent store, there was one close by and all she really wanted was something to pass her hunger until she pushed through this bought of depression she had. Even though she didn't feel depressed, she just didn't care, about anything.

And somehow she hated it.

It was strange, feeling anger of not being able to feel anything yet somehow being able to feel angry about feeling nothing. It was a compelling thought as to why but it didn't last long.