After reaching Carex's apartment, I mustered the courage to go inside since his parents and mine didn't quite see eye to eye even though they try faking to like eachother whenever they meet. After telling one of the maids to send a news of my arrival, I was finally let inside. "Hey... Issa... It's so nice to see you again... What brings you here?" Carex's mother uttered feigning a look of delight on her face. "Uhm... I'm not Issa... I'm Lisa, the eldest twin..." I said scratching my forehead nervously. "Ugh oh... My bad... You're welcome to my precious home miss Lisa... Make yourself at home... and well since you're here, I assume you're here for uhm Rylie right?" She asked as I nodded hastily. "Oh dear... This is such bad timing... He's upstairs though... You should try your luck... don't say I didn't warn you though, he's raving mad right now" she warned which made me even more worried. How come I never know this side of my best friend? I mean is he always like this in the house? After taking some rather tiring reluctant steps upstairs, I finally reached his room and the sound I heard coming from his room is rather deafening and disturbing. "Hey Carex.... It's me...Lisa...open up." I said introducing myself after he told me like several times to go away. "Huh? Lisa? Ughh!! What are you doing here!" He said in a rather loud whisper as he finally opened his door and trust me he looked like shit. "Oh my God you! What's wrong..." I exclaimed as I noticed the devastating look on his face. "I think there's something wrong with me.." he said as I hurriedly rushed over to him and pulled him into a tight hug. "Oh my God I'm so sorry weasel... I had no idea... What's wrong..." I asked as we pulled away from eachother and then headed inside and sat on his extremely comfortable bed. "I don't know...but within these past few days... I think there's something messing with me.. I don't know... it's like I'm always upset about everything and even the teensiest bits of triggers makes me want to murder someone... Do you think I'm going insane??" He asked sobbing as I jumped in hurriedly. "No way...no.. you're fine.. you've been going through a lot lately, I understand if you wanna flip out or anything.... Just come here..." I said hugging him again as I patted his back comfortingly till he calmed down. "You bitch! Don't you ever dare shut me out again okay?? If anything is eating you up, you tell me am I clear? You have no right to push me aside when you're going through shit! I'm your best friend and need I remind you best friends tell eachother everything??" I scolded him as I watched him coil up into my belly innocently in his weird way of saying sorry. "No! No! You don't get to do this! I'm serious dude, did you hear what I said? You fucking tell me everything okay?" I said. "Hmmm yeah whatever... Hey can you please spend the night here with me? Please?" He said intentionally making up that puppy eyed face people intentionally make to manipulate other people, but not me. "And have Issa murder me tomorrow? Never! Dude you know my sister and how she can't even spend just a night without me.... I'm sorry but I'd rather have you mad at me than her, she's a real monster my sister..." I said as I pictured how much crazy my sister gets over petty stuffs. She had an attachment issues with me apparently and if we hadn't been sisters in the first place, I would have said she's literally obsessed with me but we're bound by blood so that settles it. She was obviously the stronger one and the prettier one too but in spite of all that toughness, she still has a tremendous soft spot for me. I am literally the only person she actually connects with emotionally, not even with our own parents. We tell eachother every single thing even though we do not seem to be that close, at least that's what people think and we plan on keeping it that way for a while. I hate the crowd she pulled whenever we were together. She was basically a celebrity since she had tons of millions of followers on insta and tiktok and even Twitter and the only reason why I'm saying 'tons of millions of followers' is because I don't know the exact number personally. I don't use social media apparently. The only social media apps on my phone is Facebook and WhatsApp and even with those, I barely use them so forgive me for not giving explicit details but she is extremely famous for all I know and that's what makes me so sick being her copycat since people always mistake me for her and basically begin to throw themselves at me."I hate you mosquito..." Carex whispered as he gradually fell asleep in my arms as I narrated my life with my sister to him. "Ugh...great!... Goodnight baby... Love you lots.." i said as I kissed him right on the cheeks then took my leave. "Oh sorry Kylex... He's asleep though..." I said as I bumped into Yusuf on my way out who seemed to be on his way to his brother's room. For some reason I didn't want him spoiling his sleep for me because it took me a lot of cuddling and caressing to get him to sleep in the first place. "Uh okay..  imma just talk to him tomorrow... It's good you're here though... You're a good friend.." Kylex said as he patted me briefly on the shoulder and then left telling me to give my sister his regards. "And it's Yusuf for you! Only Carex calls me Kylex cuz he's insufferable and sure as hell a great pain in the ass." He said smirking devilishly as he disappeared from view.
After having to endure insufferable minutes of Carex's parents and their fake hospitality, I was finally let off the hook and I went home.

Maybe not spending the night at Carex's was a pretty bad idea because something worse was waiting for me back home, my sister.  She had basically had one of her breakdown episodes while I was gone and everything at the house was pretty in a good mess. She was basically losing it for some reason and my parents weren't doing so much good job helping the situation.
"Issa oh my God what the hell?? Leave it alone!" I screamed as I noticed my sister literally stabbing her pillows continuously as she dismantled almost everything in her room. She did that more often when she gets one of her episodes just like today. I wonder what triggered her this time round...
"Where were you? Huh? Where the fuck were you??" She screamed as I just moved along and grabbed her into a tight hug. "I thought you left me... Do you know what time it is? You scared me...you scared me Lisa... don't you ever do this to me again..." She said crying out loud like a baby as I slowly took the knife out of her hands. Well honestly every time she had those episodes was because we were apart for quite a few hours. Her reactions to us being apart isn't healthy but my parents wouldn't buy the idea of putting her into therapy because they think it's a twin thing and that it's because she loves me too much. Well, maybe it could be that but she has real problems and my parents were merely just being ridiculous undermining the situation. It's only because they're scared of upsetting Issa, I mean, my parents loved both of us but they loved Issa more because she was , well is the most troubled one so apparently they paid her more attention. The real reason Issadora is being super distressful and paranoid was because of what happened when we were kids. Apparently when we were kids, like about eleven-twelve years old thereabout, we got into a fight at our villa at a countryside in Boston and well, she and I never fight, I mean we do but not as aggressive as other people do. We just quarrel briefly and then make up swiftly either ways. But that night we actually got into a fight, like a real fight. And that's when I learnt how dangerous she actually was, I saw how she was stronger and was even more vicious than I expected that had it not been our parents, she could have killed me that night... So after my parents came through, I told her she was a freak and a monster then my parents got mad at me instead for calling my sister a freak and a monster that they scolded instead so I got upset at them for taking her side and then I ran off from the house and darted straight into the dark woods heading to my favourite spot at the lake except that it was frozen and totally unsafe since it was winter and I was also wearing just some light pyjamas.

So when I reached the lake, I just started walking on the frozen water barefooted and after doing that for sometime, I felt my feet hurting pretty badly that I couldn't even move. That was when I heard my parents extremely worried voice screaming at me to get away from the water but it was too late. The ice cracked open and I fell right inside and after struggling and suffocating on and on, I passed out and woke up in the hospital thinking I was in heaven. Technically my dad nearly broke his arm trying to fetch me out of the water as he kicked the ice harder and harder with his hands bleeding till he finally managed to get me out. We left Boston immediately I got better and well, things with Issa changed ever since that day. She would not stop apologizing and wouldn't even leave my side and even though I told her I'd sincerely forgiven her, she still didn't believe me and I guess at first we all thought it was normal till she like literally became obsessed with hanging around me and even if we kept our distances, she never let me out of her sight which was okay with me though, until she started having these unusual breakdowns. God I hate it when things get rocky like this... First Carex and now my sister? I barely think I can wake up early for school tomorrow.. "Okay... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I'll never leave you again without telling you I promise... Never! Now come here you little mosquito!" I said as I messed her hair up as we both got into a play fight. I watched the satisfying look on my parents face as they smiled relievingly then left us alone. "Don't you ever call me that it's weird! And besides it's your name not mine!" She protested. "What? It's not my name the fuck?" I retorted. "Oh really? 'I miss you so much mosquito....' 'Missed you more weasel'... You think I don't hear you and your weird best friend calling eachother that names all the time? Eww it's like you guys are so gross!" She uttered repugnantly as she quoted and imitated Carex and I. "Hell no! That's not how we act the fuck? You're such overdramatic! We're basically chill and the coolest and duh... Carex is not weird, he's the best person I've ever seen.." I said as I noticed the jealousy on Issa's face. "Of course not... you're always gonna be my first love... He can come second you know..." I defended myself even before she could act out. "Better!" She said as we adjusted our positions and then I laid down on her bed and she laid flat on me like we were some couples. "Hey... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to freak out but you weren't answering your phone and I just needed you and then it was getting really late so I lost my shit... I'm so sorry..." She apologized burying her face in my chest to prevent me from seeing her sob. "It's fine you little weakling... It's not my fault that you're obsessed with me!" I joked. "You wish you little punk!" She retorted and just like that, we began tickling eachother till we became exhausted and fell into a rather uninterrupted silence trying to catch our breaths. "You know I'm not sleeping in here though right?" I said as I basically tucked her face with the dismantled pieces of pillow on the bed. Her bed was messed up pretty badly and to talk of her pillows was just a whole new different story to tell. I want to help her get over her attachment issues, but how could I be able to do so when I'm equally as obsessed? She is my anchor and my shield, and there would be no talk of helping her get over her attachment issues without separating the both of us which is basically out of question. My relationship with my sister is rather unusual and exceptionally tight which I'd call it unhealthy since none of us could ever survive without the other. I am her emotional anchor and guidance whereas she is my protector and security giver. Sometimes I'd assume it's okay to love eachother this much but some other times, I question those perceptivity because deep down I know my sister was no ordinary person. She has this darkness in her which made her extremely dangerous. I guess I realized from that day we fought, how she grabbed by the neck suffocating with just one hand and lifting me off my feet while I struggled for breath. I mean how could a child her age possess such unusual strength? Even till now I still remember the devilish look in her eyes while she squeezed my neck that day and it still gives me goosebumps whenever I reminisce that moment.
I love Issa, I mean how could I not? But I'm also super scared of her because well, you never want her mad at you trust me. Sometimes I think she becomes too overprotective,like that time when a guy called me the dull and unattractive twin while he basically showered Issa with adorations hoping she'd be like all lovely and appreciative towards him but instead, Issa rather stamped her rather murderously pointy edged high heel into the poor guy's feet as he bled and screamed for help. The saddest thing was, no one could come to the front line to intercede for him because they were all basically terrified of Issa. It took my insistent begging till she finally let that poor boy go away and since then I never saw him around school again of which I learnt later from Miguel that he transferred from Creekwoods. I felt pretty bad for him though and even after Issa let him go, I took the blame and ended in detention because basically all that we needed to do was switch clothes and then boom, people gets fooled.   

So just like that, you know how vicious my sister could get when you mess with her and most especially me. I loved her for it but I also hated her for it at the same time because it made me look frail and soft. I mean I'm the eldest right? And in general scenarios the eldest is supposed to protect the youngest right? I guess my sister and myself aren't going to have such stories to tell anyways.
"Lee I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you sad or worried or anything like that.. Lee? Snap out of it!"  My sister exclaimed snapping her fingers right at my face driving me from my trance. Apparently I got lost in my head again reminiscing all those not so pleasant memories. "Uhh..sorry.. I'm a little bit tired today.. And what are you apologizing for though?" I asked pretty confused why she was being so apologetic. "Ugh duh?? I freaking ruined your night... I acted out and basically freaked mom and dad out... Dude, that's why I'm apologizing..God are you even here?" She uttered in that egotistical voice tone of hers she usually uses whenever she starts getting annoyed. "I'm here sorry... And it's okay... I'm not mad or sad or anything... I'm just too tired... I think Imma head to bed real quick..." I said as I let go of her and went to my room through hers. Well technically our rooms are connected with an inside door which gives both of us access to eachother's rooms without having to use the front door. We shared one room ever since we were kids but when we turned fifteen, our parents made us sleep in separate rooms just to enhance privacy and prevent another ones of our insufferable heated arguments. After hopping onto my bed and slowly falling asleep, I felt someone jump on me on the bed startling the shit out of me. "Oh Jesus Christ Issa what the hell?" I spat out annoyed to the core. "You didn't think I was sleeping alone in that wretched fuckery of a bed right?" She uttered cuddling herself up into me as we both clung to eachother like glue. "You are so annoying!" I complained. "I love you too sissy..." She retorted sarcastically then kissed me lightly on the forehead and then minutes later, all I could hear was her appalling snores taunting everyone all over the place. "Oh God why such a sister? I love you more little sis... Goodnight anyways..." I whispered smiling at her super cute self and how she clung onto me too tightly even in her deep slumber. The last thing I remember was looking at her face smiling to myself and then nothing, I guess I fell asleep too.

CAREX NARRATES;
"Rylie wake up! Rylie! Rylie! Wake the fuck up!" I heard as I felt my brother literally pull me off my bed. "What's your fucking problem? Why can't you just leave me alone!" I snapped at him as I tried to go back to sleep.
"It's 7:20 in the fucking morning... We're gonna be late to school..." Kylex explained still trying to pull me off the bed. "Dude let go of me! I'm not going to school today and besides you and I never go to school together so piss off and leave me... You acting like you give a fuck about me is just immensely nauseating!" I spat out leaving him all sadistic as he fell speechless and then reluctantly went away. Am I being too mean? Maybe I am, maybe not but currently, I just need him to hop off my back that's it. I tried going back to sleep but even before I could slide back into the dreamworld again, I felt my brother forcefully push me off my bed making me fall straight to the ground and then he scrammed way before I could lash out at him. "What a fucking moron!!!!!" I spat out angrily as I struggled to get up and then made my way to the bathroom anyways since I could not possibly fall back to sleep again. After getting ready, I tried dialing Lisa's number through Kylex's self phone so she could join me and we'd go to school together but she didn't answer the call so I decided to go to her place instead. Apparently my parents aren't talking to me after my behaviour yesterday and I obviously don't give a hoot for all I care.
Before going out, I took my brother's car keys and hid it inside my parents' drawer where he'd less expect it then I sat in my car and drove away to Lisa's.

Thankfully her parents weren't around so I didn't have to chat with them or anything. The twins' parents are cool though but yet, things are still a bit awkward and apparently they and my parents have become more competitive after both my dad and his started to ran for presidency instead. I mean, we all thought they were standing for mayor, but I guess I couldn't have known since I'm so not into politics. I mean what could be more exhausting than being the son of the president?
After I reached Lisa's room upstairs, the scene I tend to witness was rather a surprising one. Lisa was sleeping like a little baby with her sister buried in her chest as if she were her little child or something. "Oh my God mosquito what the hell?? And did you really sleep with your glasses on? Jeez!" I whined as she got startled immediately by my voice and started hurrying around looking for her stuffs. Issa didn't give a shit though till Lisa came out of the bathroom and still saw her sleeping soundly like a toddler. "Issa! What the hell get up! We're late!" Lisa complained as she tapped Issa on the thighs and hurried dressing up. "I can't believe you actually did oversleep..why what happened?" I asked still feeling shocked because that never seemed like her. I bet it'd definitely be an 'Issa' issue. That girl is definitely a pollutant and an absolute bad influence to my best friend...not that I could voice it out though. "Shut the fuck up okay? We're just a little late I mean... it's normal.. it's not like we're gonna be punished anyways.. I mean I won't do it..." Issa stated egotistically as she smirked and finally started to freshen up. "I wasn't talking to you ma'am " i shot at Issa. "And hell you were and raise your voice at me for the last time and you would regret ever stepping foot here in the first place..." Issa threatened as she inched dangerously into me throwing me death glares. "You don't scare me bitch... You think you're the only one with dysfunctional brain? Oh