Prologue

 I watched the unraveling. I watched him turn his back and shun those who lived in the darkness. Those people who could never again walk in the light, cursed forever.       

People like him. 

        He eventually denied his own existance, and then the things he cared for. His friends, his family. Then it escalated to a hatred of the person he loved with all of soul.                 Me.

        He abandoned me and disappeared, but I couldn’t do anything to stop him. I couldn’t even hate him for it, because I could never hate him for anything. Not even if I tried, or wanted to. I was useless, and all I could only stand back and cry when he left. My tears dried up that day. Now, all I can do is fight to bring him back to me. Back to where he belongs, in my arms. 

        The boy I’m talking about is not my lover, boyfriend, or any of the like. He is my better half, much more than a soulmate. We weren’t in any type of romantic relationship, if that’s what you’re thinking. What we had was much more. He was my only twin brother.

                 My brother and I were like one person throughout childhood. Asingle entity. If I needed help, without even calling for him, he was by my side. We could comunicate on a whole different level. We moved like we were attached by a thread, always knowing where the other was. It was kind of like those twins with the telepathy the you see on psychic shows, only amplified. And it wasn’t a hoax. We really could hear what the other was thinking, just by looking in the other’s eyes. It was as clear as if he’d been talking outloud to me. And we told no one about our connection. It was our secret.

        When I said boy, I was a little off. I should have said former human boy, for human he was not. He might have stopped aging for all I knew, looking the same as he had when he left. I couldn’t help but be repulsed and hopeful at the same time. I could think of him as the same brother I’d known, even if I grew older and he didn’t. Like this never happened.

        Before all this started, we all lived as a family together with our parents in a shabby appartement. Until my father died, everything seemed alright, on the surface at least. 

        It was rough living in our neighborhood with a single mother, but I learned how to fight. Besides, I had my brother by my side all the time, keeping out of trouble when it could be avoided. Which wasn’t very often. I’d always had I temper when I was young, to my brother’s discomfort. At least I can defend myself now. 

        I haven’t been back there in years. When he disappeared, I moved out and cut all ties to my former life. It was necessary for my line of work. If I had stayed, my parents would have been in danger. They were still in danger, but less than if I was still around. They were in enough pain after losing their beloved son. They didn’t need to have a constant reminder of what they lost by seeing my nearly identical face everyday. Better they forget about me than end up dead because of my sentimentality.

        That was almost six years ago...

        My appearances have changed drastically since then. Not you normal getting older stuff.  Then again, I’m not exactly a normal teenager. My own mother wouldn’t be able to tell I was her daughter, Sarah. My whole face structure, body type, all of it had been drastically altered so I would be unrecognisable to old aquaintences. The best plastic surgery offered in this world, at no personal cost to me. All part of the contract. It worked out well for me, though. I’m leaner and more muscular now, and I’m strong. Really strong. 

        My hair used to be a strawberry blond, but it’s now jet black, and my face is now smooth and angular. I’m prettier now then I ever was. Not that I could ever have a boyfriend, anyway. Romance was out of the question, and still is, in my opinion.

        I just asked that my blue eyes stayed the same. Just one thing that my brother could recognize if he ever came back and looked for me. Mother had always told me that my eyes were strange... to wise for my age. A little girl with an old woman’s mind. They’d joked...

        Because of the terrible events that took place, my life was shattered, probably beyond repair. And I wouldn’t try to fix it. It was my mistake, and my brother’s as well. I would only pick the pieces back up and hope to fit them back together, if only to form a fragmented image of what it once was.

        In hindsight, I realize now that I was selfish and naive. I didn’t know then what would come to pass. Because of me, so many people were hurt, and I can never bring them back, or make up for what happened. I thought I was strong, but the human heart is stronger. 

        Most of it wasn’t my fault- - I was sure of that. But every step I took caused the events that came to exist.

        But back then, I only cared about finding what was most important to me.

Author's Note

just so u know, italics didnt work when i copied them onto the site, so it may be kinda hard to read without them.. sorry..