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Well, maybe not for all of it. But most of it.
There are some things better left in secrecy.
Willow
My sister is living my life and on one hand it feels really unfair, but on the other, I don’t think I can be what she is now. I’ve seen too much, experienced too much. I hold so much anger inside that it’s better for me to stay hidden. That and I’m so weak, so dizzy, so frail in comparison to what I used to be.
I’ve been watching her, all loved up, stealing kisses and holding hands with that… man, boy, whatever should he be named. It’s disgusting. Apart from Saturday I’ve hardly seen her at all. She comes home to bathe and change and head to school so happy and I should be happy for her. She hasn’t been so joyous in over a year since… the event that destroyed our lives.
Well, the sickness had already taken hold, and it was my eagerness to have us both live life to the fullest that put us in the path of those monsters who showed me how painful life truly is. Dying a slow and painful death is nothing in comparison to being trapped in a slow and painful life.
Five days have passed since my sister first stayed out all night and I can tell she has fallen too deep already. She can’t see it and we fight over it. He’s going to hurt her, and I can’t bear it. My time is limited now. We were supposed to do one more before the end and she is taking that from me.
“Lilith, loca!”
I freeze at the sound of an unfamiliar voice coming my way.
“I knew that was you. Did you change your hair?” the darker-skinned boy asks when I turn to face him. I don’t know who this is, nor do I care.
I’m not here for him.
“You’re mistaken, I’m not Lilith.”
He looks confused, his lips form an O and then something takes hold in his eyes, a realization occurs. “You’re her twin, right?”
I nod and look past him for Nokosi. “Is her boyfriend with you?”
“Yeah, he’s just filling up the gas tanks.”
I steady myself on my walking stick, it hurts the palm of my hand but if I don’t use it, I fall, and I can’t fall. I feel so ill. But not to the extent that I can’t be here to do this. To save my sister from these men.
“I’d like to meet him.”
“No worries, I can introduce you.”
“But…” I hold his wrist and bite on my lip. “Please don’t tell her you saw me. She’ll say I’m meddling, and she’ll worry what with me being out when I’m not supposed to be.” He looks unsure about my request, so I continue, “I never get to do much. It’d mean a lot to a dying girl.”
“Fuck me, you’re as savage as she is. Pulling the dying-girl card… how do I say no to that?”
I smile broadly. “You don’t.”
Laughing he moves to the door and holds it open for me, taking my arm as I hobble outside, back into the cold and drizzle. Although the drizzle doesn’t touch me thanks to the roof overhead.
“Nok!” the man yells to get his attention; he then looks at me. “I’m Joseph, by the way, Nok’s best bud and funniest guy this side of Oregon.”
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Willow.”
Nok, the man I loathe, the man taking my sister from me is gorgeous, of course he is, they usually always are. His hair is thick, long, and different to any guys’ I’ve ever seen, it’s no wonder she fell for him. He’s got muscles for days and lips so thick I bet he gives amazing head.
He looks surprised to see me. “You’re not Lilith.”
“Was it the hair that gave you away?” I ask playfully, twirling a strand of my brown mop around my finger. “Or the cane?”
“Neither,” he mutters, frowning as he extends his hand. “You’re just different.”
“In a good way I hope.”
He doesn’t reply, he doesn’t feel safe. I like that. Means his instincts are sharp. Means he’ll be more difficult to get rid of. I like a challenge.
“It’s funny that I bumped into you, actually. I keep saying to my sister that I want to meet the guy who is taking up all her time at the moment.” I tuck my hair behind my ears. “But I can see why. She’s got excellent taste.”
He smiles an arrogant, charming grin that makes me want to wrap the pump around his throat and squeeze until his eyes pop out of his head. “I agree.”
Ugh. Cringe. How can she like this?
“How are you feeling now?”
“A lot better today,” I say as he looks around for his girlfriend. “She’s not here. I kind of snuck out.”
“Naughty.” He’s smirking again. “Why?”
