Alex's POV
Edited 11-15-18
When we reached the ocean I could feel the difference. It was like a whole new Earth. Of course, there was a power surge around us, but everything felt different.

Lynn still clutching my hand remarked, "See what I mean you need to fix this."

But how could I when even I didn't know how I did it in the first place? The sea breeze whipped through my matted hair as I thought of how to fix this sticky situation. I had never done this before. Like sure I had gotten angry and had done my fair share of damage to myself and others, but never like this. How had I even gotten this angry in the first place? Oh yeah, him. By him, I meant my enemy, my foe. My twin brother, Zayn. But the look his eyes. Everything he did, it was like he felt guilty. But he still did it, and this time he can't undo it. I hate him.

"Stop thinking about him," Lynn said letting go of her grip on my hand. "You know what he did to us. He's evil. This is what he does! He destroys things!"

"I know," I said roughly facing her, "He's evil. He has done so much to me. I hate him. But he might be able to help me. Not that he would. I feel so trapped," Lightning flashed.

"What about your parents? I mean I know they're terrible but this concerns them doesn't it??" Lynn asked, taking out her phone and turning on the flashlight obviously annoyed that the flashes of lightning were our only sources of light. She found me with the flashlight and just stared at me with innocent eyes waiting for me to answer her question.

I looked her in the eyes and said, "He convinced them I was a monster, and only because he knew they would listen. I thought maybe this will help me, maybe they will treat me better now. Nope. All it took was one mess up and he blamed me for everything that ever went wrong. It's like everything is opposite for us! We're evil for God's sake! He was the puppet master and I was the puppet. Not only did he convince them to think I was a monster, but he also convinced me to think that as well. But there is also something to make me think he regrets it, but then he smashed that hope. It's like there's something inside all of them that won't let them have humanity. So, to be honest, I don't think that they would help. I'm pretty sure they would look at me and laugh. They hate me, I hate them. It doesn't matter, '" She just looked at me as I poured my heart into her hands. The mixture of surprise and anger showed on her face as I told her. I knew she hated Zayn. I also knew that she knew I didn't tell her everything. I probably never would. Especially the look in their eyes. The pleading for help I briefly saw.

"I knew he always bullied you and looked down on you but I never imagined it would get this bad. But what I don't get is why your parents would believe him so easily. It's like he controls them sometimes. Maybe they're the real evil ones." She looked at me through the beam of light and joked, "But seriously, I know that you are angry right now, and you have every right to be, but for you to fix this you need to be calm. So I suggest you forget about that big dummy and get on with this. You know I hate the dark so I would like for you to fix this soon. You know there's also the fact that it's kinda getting cold and I don't feel like freezing to death. That would be kinda pathetic, don't you think?"

This is one of the things I loved about her. How she knew we had pressing things to talk about, but made it easy for me. She made things better.

I chuckled as I responded with "Yeah, you're right."

I wasn't totally in the mood, but I went along with it anyway. It's the least I can do for her.

She gave me her cockiest grin and replied, "Of course I'm right, when have I ever been wrong? Wait don't answer that!" When I rolled my eyes she just laughed even harder. At that moment I was so happy she was my best friend.

"But seriously," She said, "We really do need to fix this, I really really do hate the dark! Like really really hate it. Like I hate it so much that- Alex! Alex are you even listening?!"

We. I thought she said we. We were in this together. She didn't care what everybody else said. I wasn't in this alone, at least I had somebody. My brother and my parents are not here, but she is. I don't need them. I have somebody who cares about me. Somebody that I can trust. Somebody who doesn't think of me as a monster. She could have stayed and been safe. They have never touched her. Even if they tried they wouldn't have succeeded. Either I or Zayn would have made sure of that. That was one bearable thing about him. She could have been happy. But she stayed with me. A life of running and no known happiness. She might not be my family by blood, but she was better than any family I could ever have. Because she stayed. When the going got rough my parents and brother kicked me out, but Lynn stayed. She was there when I needed her, and is still here now. That is all that I ever wanted in a family member. I guess I didn't realize that I had it all along.

"You would have protected me!" she cried taking a step towards me shining her light aimlessly, "you really think of me as your family?"

"Yeah" I replied as I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks. "I mean you have been living with me for as long as I can remember. Not to mention you have stuck up for me countless times. I mean what can be more helpful than knowing exactly what the bully is going to say before they even say it!? Reading my thoughts might be a down, but I can deal with that. " She has to stop reading my thoughts! Somethings stay thoughts for a reason.

She smiled. She looked so beautiful when she smiled.

"That's why I came. I came because I think of you that way, too. Everybody there treats me like I'm untouchable for some reason. Not you though. Zayn is well Zayn. He is fine to me, but I know he is despicable and evil. Your parents are the same way. You're the only one I can trust. And with you, it will be a life of happiness."

We both sat there taking in each other's words and just thinking. I thought about how we were going to fix this, how we would survive if we did, and I how I would control my powers if we managed all of that. I wish I could just pause everything, so I could fix it all. I needed to catch up. Sometimes I wished I could just stop everything for a while. Just be alone and happy. And sometimes I wished I could just die. I could finally leave all of this behind. Everybody else lives would be simpler without me. I could be happy for once. I could be free. It would be so easy. Nobody would even notice. I could finally have everything I ever wanted. To be normal. In death, nothing matters. Why am I thinking about this?

"But you wouldn't have me," a weak voice said.

In my peripheral vision I saw Lynn whip away tears. This is what I meant by bad thoughts. But these weren't my thoughts. I couldn't control these. It was like something was making me think like this. I couldn't look at her. My brain wouldn't let me. I finally found somebody who cared and I screwed it up. What am I doing? But the thoughts just came I couldn't stop them.

"I would care if you died. What if I died? You would care. I think about dying, too. It would be easier, you're right. And I would be free, but then I think about you and how it would affect you. Did you think about how it would affect me," she asked hopefully.

No, I didn't mean it, my head screamed. Too bad my mouth didn't cooperate.

"I didn't. Because I don't really care. I wish you hadn't come."

What am I saying? What the heck? Why can't I control what I'm saying?

"But you said.."

"I know what I said," my heart screamed at me to stop, "But I was lying. I'm just as evil as Zayn. Except I like to crush the hope of people. I like to kinder it and watch the happiness and trust go before I kill it. I don't care about you."

I could see more tears falling from her eyes and I wanted to comfort her but I couldn't stop what I was doing.

"I never will care about you. I never have. I'll give you ten seconds before I-"

"Wait," she said, "I feel something."

I felt something prodding in my brain, but the thoughts were still there. I could control what I was saying now, though. I think. Kill her. I shook my head, trying to rid the thought.

"There is something in there," she said, "We need to get it out.

Her eyes were still glassy and I still didn't trust myself, so I just nodded. Thinking, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! But not saying it out of fear. I'm such a coward. That's why I'm in this situation. No, it's her fault. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Did you mean it?"

I wanted to scream no but something was preventing me. So I stayed quiet. Shouldn't she know I didn't? I just told her how much I cared.

"I can't read your thoughts right now. Something is weird. Please talk to me."

I shook my head. I plead with my eyes for her to understand, but she didn't. Nobody ever did.

She sighed, "To think, I thought somebody cared."

I felt angry and sad at the same time. How can she not see something is wrong. She can feel it! I grabbed a rock from the shoreline and chucked it into the ocean. I could hear scratching. Like somebody drawing in the sand. I saw Lynn drawing and walked over.

I know your bad. Somethings there. Get it out tomorrow.

She did know. Why couldn't she just tell me? She was writing more words. I could stab her with that stick. Stop its mind!

Could be parents.

I nodded, grounding my teeth. I really hate those people. I turned and decided to sleep. I didn't tell her, but I think she got the jist. I wish I could say goodnight. I wish I could smash her skull in with a rock. That was was my last messed up though before I fell into a long, dreamless sleep.