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FUNNY HOW LIFE plays practical jokes

The past few days—that had to be a fucking joke, right?

No logical ansould make sense of what I’d seen, heard, and lived the past seventy-two hours

My sister

My best friend and twin

This hat she’d been living with? This was how she’d been treated?

This hat she wanted to return to?

Motherfucking why? Why would she ever want to return to this insanity?

We’d been raised in a broken hoht frorew up together We shared everything

But now…I had no fucking clue who my sister was

But then she came to me

A woman I never knew existed

Thecreature I’d ever seen

Only she didn’t coel She rolled into my life and demanded my help

And for better or for worse…

I helped her

“LET ME GO!”

Daniel cackled like aintohis stride, he stole me further away from the parlour and into the bowels of the house

I didn’t want to go I didn’t want to go anywhere with him

“Take me back!”

He can’t be dead!

Just because he lay unone

That’s exactly what it means

I shook hts He’s alive He had to be

I couldn’t tolerate any other answer I refused to live in a world where evil triuht—life couldn’t be that cruel

It’s always been that way

My es of my mother My father’s desolation My broken childhood Evil had puppeteered us from day one Why should now be any different?

He’s not dead!

I sed a sob

Please don’t be dead…

I fought harder “Let me see him You can’t do this!”

Daniel cackled louder “Keep begging, Weaver Won’t do you any good”

He’s not dead!

I lockedback the e’d coht beacon at the end of a festering corridor “They were your brothers, you insane psychopath Don’t you feel anything?!”

Please let o to him He has to be alive…