5 MONTHS FROM NOW...

It's been 5 months now, and somehow, I managed to recover from the scars that was once trapped inside my mind. I did recover, but not fully. A fragment of those horrible events are still bounded inside of me.

I looked down to my wrists. There are still a couple of faint dark slash marks on them. I sighed, realizing how much of a major mess I was 5 months back. Those months where I resorted to self-harm... It's plain stupid yet horrifying for me. I'm utterly a chaos back then. No doubt.

I went to the counter, and I was met with a young woman giving me a welcoming smile.

"Hey!" She greeted me with such luminous vibe. "So you're looking for Ms. Torin? You're the girl who phoned me a while ago, right?" She proceeds to ask.

I nod, giving her a tiny grin in return.

"Good! Now please fill up this one." She said while handing me the visitor's logbook.

I do not know if this whole therapy's gonna work on me. To reminisce such terrible incident even if it was all in the past... It is indeed traumatizing.

"Her office is just from that hallway." She said while pointing at a hallway from my left. Turn right. After you passed by from room 142, go straight. You'll see a room with a golden plate, there you will see her name etched from the plate. Her room number is 151." She explained further, not taking off her genuine smile.

I bide my farewell to the kind desk woman and started walking down the quiet hallway. I remained silent throughout the walk. Only the pit-pat of my black sneakers echoing around the hallway is the only sound heard.

Few more steps and turns, and I finally found the room I am looking for.

"Gail Torin" I read the name of my psychiatrist that was etched on the golden plate in a hushed tone.

My hand wrapped itself around the shiny door handle, but I stopped. My thoughts are in a jumble again. Is going here worth it? Can it really help me? Is this therapy a good idea? So many questions are spinning inside my head, but uncertainty keeps preventing me from answering each of them.

But then I realized: If I really want to forget all of those memories, and if I really want that tragic past inside my mind to burn into ashes, I have to do this for the sake of my health.

After contemplating, I now made a decision of proceeding on. I entered the office, and the first thing my eyes have caught is Ms. Torin, who is sitting on a chair at her table with a welcoming smile etched on her seductive red lips.

I gave her a small wave, cautiously making gentle steps inside. She ushered me to sit on her soft, velvet couch, and so I followed without complaints.

"Morning." she greeted me in her jolly voice.

I just gave her a warm smile as a reply.

"So you're the one who phoned me yesterday?" Ms. Torin asked.

"Yes." I simply replied.

She stood up to her feet, went to the couch I was sitting on and sat beside me.

"How much do you recall the... occurence?" She asked, making sure that she doesn't set me off from her question.

"I don't know." I started, letting out a solemn sigh. "It's been 5 months now, and I can barely explain the details to you. But as much as I can recall, I'll tell you the whole story."

She held my hand and squeezed it tightly. She looked at me, her face painted with downheartedness. Just seeing her angelic complexion made me calm. But seeing her sad face right now pulls me up in worriment.

"Don't worry." She then caressed my soft blond hair "I'll do my best to help you. We'll remove the things you still remembered from the past. No matter how hard it would be, I'll release all I got just to erase your trauma." She assured.

I'm gonna be honest. Hearing people assure you when you're suffering from your darkest moments is tiresome already. It doesn't work for me anymore. It's only filled with lies.Why does that, even one assurance didn't even exist when I was put in that kind of hell hole 5 months ago? Telling me that everything is gonna be alright when in fact, it's not. Sometimes, even words that helps you to remain calm can cause greater panic for you... and fear.

Why does doubt always controlling me? Is there even a chance for me to recover? Certainly, I do not know.

I just hope what I'm doing right now can help me through. I just hope...
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Sylvia's POV:

It's a normal saturday morning. I'm at home with the Twins. Tyler had to attend the student council meeting at school since he's one of the members, which means I will be watching over Holly and Molly for the weekend.

I was quite disappointed for the past 2 days because of what happened. I just remembered that the last thing I have found is the killer's meat hook. Yesterday, I was planning to get the hook out of its hiding spot, which is behind the trash bins. Unfortunately, I only end up seeing it dissapear like a mist, with no trace at all.

It couldn't be the janitors, since during fridays, they're off duty until the last bell rang. I suspected that the killer somehow managed to gain access in Crystal Wake and took the opportunity to take the hook out of its hiding place. But the question is; HOW did she knew I found the hook? And HOW did she even gain access in the school grounds?

Sometimes, I really want to scold myself for not abling to answer these jumbled questions in my mind.

Back to the present. I am currently in the living room, making two rubber bracelets for the twins. Even though I've been with those two girls for a long time, I still have a bit of struggle in identifying them right. I would mistaken her from that, and I would mistaken that from her and so the list goes on. It's confusing, right? Having pure identical twin siblings can be a struggle too, well, for me I supposed.

I was just done making the two loom bracelets for the twins.

As a sister, it's my duty to make my siblings happy. I also made these two bracelets so I won't have a hard time identifying the twins now.

So for Holly, the color of her bracelet is Purpe and white. I also attatched a small rose in the middle so the bracelet is more appealing to look at.



And for Molly, I picked the pink and white color. I added a small design in the middle too.



I started climbing up the stairs, ecstatic to show them the small gift that I crafted just for them. I started jogging towards the door leading to the twins' bedroom, but then I stopped. I can hear an audible humming from the other side. I assumed the twins are tuning in to some song, and so I stood to my place and listened intently.

"White as the snow, shiny red starts to flow. Sweet little Molly and dearest little Holly. Friends indeed, that's we should heed. Flowing down the river, shiny red starts to shimmer. Knife up, knife down, little rabbit starts to shiver. Rabbit don't be scared, we will never hurt you. Sweet Molly and dearest Holly will never leave you. We're pure shiny diamonds, but red as ruby. Knife up knife down, red is our craving jolly. Sweet Molly and Dearest Holly."

After hearing that strange song, It left me... uneasy. I do not know, but something about the verses in their song is quite odd... and somewhat unnerving.  I shake my head, scolding myself mentally for imagining things again. Of course, kids like their age can still be imaginative.

But at some corner of my mind, I think their way of being creative doesn't seem right.

I twisted the door knob, pushed the door open and went inside. The first thing I saw are the twins on their respective beds. Both of them are reading a book each.

"Hey." I greeted them ehile making sure my hands are completely hidden from my back. "I have a surprise for you two." I told them, not taking off my goofy smile.

Molly has a questioning look on her face, while Holly can't help but put on an excited smile.

"Close your eyes. No peeking." I told them as I put their respective bracelets on their wrist.

They can't help but to be amazed by my little effort.

"Wow! It's beautiful!" Molly exclaimed as she examined the bracelet in awe.

"It's amazing! It even has my favorite color!" Holly exclaimed too as she admires her bracelet.

The two skipped towards me before tackling me with a tight hug. I closed my eyes gently, letting the comfort of the hug consume me. I felt like I'm hugging two little angels. Their hug is what makes me relieved.

"Thank you Sis. You're the best!" Molly said in a bright voice before giving me a kiss in the cheek.

"We couldn't asked for more. You're the best sister we ever have!" Molly exclaimed before giving me another tight hug.

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2:03 PM

After playing with the twins for a while I tucked them to their bed for a nap. I was planning to bring them to an ice cream shop later in 5 PM.

I am currently watching from the television in the living room. I was switching through the channels until something have caught my eyes.

My finger stopped pressing from the forward button as I focused my eyes on the news channel. The camera pans to a woman wearing a semi-formal outfit. Her face contains a serious expression on it.

"Pleasure to meet you. This is Barbara Arwell from Diamond field buzz." The woman, whose name is Barbara as she claims, spoke. I just noticed right now that she's standing outside a police department. This has caught my attention to the max, and with that, I was sort of hypnotized by the television. "Diamond field is sorta known for its quiet and calm ambiance. But then, these past few weeks, the residences' prosperity are being crushed to pieces by numerous of murders happening around town—"

Those images are flashing once again before my gaze. The murder in the Winstons' mansion, the Crystal Wake Massacre, Teressa's death...

"A week ago, another murder appeared in the quiet school grounds of Crystal Wake. According to the police reports; the victim is claimed to be another student from the mentioned university. 18 year old girl named Teressa Harrison—"

My eyes are locked onto the screen. My mind keeps screaming for me to turn off the television, but then, something is preventing me from doing it.

"We are located outside the local police department of Diamond field. Today, we have a guest  here in order to talk with us about the current issue. Please introducing the investigator of the Diamond field murders, Detective Carson."

The camera panned to the side a little, revealing the detective that is in charge of the current case.

"Good morning Detective! It's a pleasure to meet you." ~ reporter

"Nice to meet you too." ~ Carson

"So let us get to the main questions.  So the latest victim's name is Teressa Harrison, am I correct?" ~ reporter

"Absolutely." ~ Carson

"As of now, is there any lead or information about the uprising killing sprees?" ~ Reporter

"None. But there is one thing that the culprit left from the crime scene, somewhat like of a hint. But I wouldn't go much into details about it." ~ Carson

"I see. Is there, perhaps by any chance, a distinctive description about the killer?" ~ Reporter

"Well... From what the survivors of the Crystal Wake massacre claimed, the killer could be a child. Almost reaching teen hood. Wields a meat hook for a murder weap—"

I switched the tv off, couldn't contain much of my uneasiness. I was left in a daze, completely paralyzed in my position as I stare from nothing.

I was able to only break out of my daze when the doorbell sound starts blaring from around the house.

"Not expecting any visitors." I thought

I stood up to my feet and went outside. Curious of who could that be, I decided to check the main gate. I found the gate, and there I saw a figure waving at me.

I continued forward, and I can finally recognize who the person is.

"Jack?"

He just gave me a small wave while letting out a smile. I too let out a smile, completely erasing my previous thoughts about the news I saw a while ago.

"Hey!" He greeted me.

"Jack. What are you doing here?" I asked, not fully expecting for him to drop by here.

"Nothing.  I just wanna see you. That's all." He simply replied with a grin.

"Jack." I uttered. I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead while grinning. "You didn't even tell me that you are gonna visit here."  I scolded him.

"Hehe." He chuckled. "Yeah. But I wanna make it a surprise." He joked.

"There's no surprise in dropping by here." I corrected him before letting out a chuckle in return.

"But still, you least expected it, right?" He asked while playfully wiggling his eyebrows.

With small laughter escaping out of my mouth, I opened the gate. "Get your ass here." I retorted back.

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I went to the living room with two mugs of coffee in both hands. I handed one to Jack, who gladly accepted it in return.

"Thanks." He said before taking a sip on the mug full of coffee.

"So Jack." I paused for a second. "What brings you here anyway?" I asked. Not to sound rude or anything, but I am just asking due to curiosity.

"No one's home." He replied. "I don't have anything else to do in my house. Boredom struck, so I decided to kill some time here at your place, if that's fine with you?"

With a genuine smile, I nodded. "Sure. Anything for a friend." I answered.

It's really strange that the Jack Vin Wisconsin that I am facing right now is different. Totally different.
H

e's not the bad and cold boy that I know. He's the complete opposite. Jack kinda reminded me of Tyler. They're both kind. Genuine. A bit perky too. It's kinda strange for me, but nevertheless, that is completely fine with me.

"So what are your plans later?" He suddenly asked.

"Nothing. Just gonna go out with the twins for some ice cream in the ice cream shop. " I replied while giving him a grin.

"Cool. Can I come?" He asked, sounding quite excited.

"Sure!" I answered back with bright eyes. "The twins and I wouldn't mind."

Just then, I heard laughter from upstairs. I took a glance at Jack, and I noticed that he is listening also.

"Great. They wouldn't like to stop from playing huh?" I jokingly said to Jack, who let out a chuckle in return.

I went upstairs and towards the door that leads to the twins' bedroom. I slowly twist the knob and opened the door slowly. The lights are off , but the sunlight coming from the curtained window reflected the room. I scanned the room, noticing that the twins aren't in their respective beds. I heard a flushing sound from the left. I tilt my head to the left and saw that the light in the twins' bathroom is on.

"Potty break." I assumed.

I closed the door and proceed myself to go down the stairs.

"Aah!"

I yelped, feeling my bare feet stepping onto something that causes me to slip. My reflexes kicks in, and so my hands automatically gripped onto the stair railings, preventing myself from rolling down the stairs completely.

My eyes had caught 4 crayons falling down the stairs.

Jack came, a worried expression is seen on his face when he saw me in my state. He approached me and proceeds to help me get up completely.

"What happened? Are you fine?" He asked, not abling to contain his concern.

I gave him a thumbs up as a answer.

"You stepped onto some crayons" he reminded.

"Yeah. The twins might have forgotten to pick it up." I replied

I started picking all of the crayons. My whole body froze. My eyes are staring intently to the 4 pieces of crayons that I am holding in my hands.

"Purple and pink."

There are 2 purple crayons, and 2 pink crayons in my hands. My memories about the purple and pink papers flashed back inside my mind. It can't be. Is this only a coincidence? What if—

"Hey Sylvia."

I was completely snapped out of my thoughts to the voice of Jack beside me. He is giving me a confused look.

"Are you alright? You seem like you spotted a ghost?" He asked.

I just forced a smile at him. We both decided to just go back to the living room, not saying any other words.

Those crayons. Didn't I noticed them at the stairs before? Or maybe I'm just really imagining things? Maybe the twins might've just really forgot to pick them up. Just maybe...

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Hey guys! How's it going? Quite busy in school though.

By the way, as you can see, I have made quite a heavy (not too heavy) editing in this story.

Including the typos, grammatical errors and missing informations.

Hope you guys understand ^_^

So that's all for now. Bye guys~! XD