"Margo! Pass me the ball!" My 8 year-old-self shouted loud enough for my twin sister to hear me. And she did, but she didn't comply with my demands.

Margo frowned and threw the ball on the ground, hitting it and as a result, blowing it out. My eyes widened at the sight and tears began to fill my eyes and stuff my nose.

My favourite ball, my favourite ball..., I cried.

The red and blue ball was a gift from our parents and I honestly adored it. I had been so happy as to yell in happiness and hug my parents tightly when presented with it. All the happy emotions were vivid.

When the ball blew out, the same went for the bad emotions. Anger, sadness and disbelief were the only emotions I could comprehend the existence of. Frankly, I wanted to tear my sister in half, but I didn't because I knew that it would be a first-degree murder worthy of a lifetime in prison. Sincerely, I did not want to go to prison.

"MOM!" I yelled wiping the tears from my left eye. "DAD!" I yelled and wiped the tears from my right eye. "THE BALL! THE BALL!" I groaned in frustration and went on with crying in desperation. I sat on the grass and shut my eyes tightly, seeing only my lap's shadow every time I opened them.

Soon I heard footsteps and assuming they were my parents' I hugged the person without even looking up. Turns out it was my sister, Margo.

She stood motionless as I hugged her unacknowledged. She stiffened under my grip. I came to the realization that the person I was hugging was neither my mother or my father. The person was too small, too soft. Looking up, I saw Margo staring at me, fuming.

I hastily let go of her and walked a step back. "Margo..." I mumbled. "Why did you hug me?"

"I-I I'm sorry, I thought you were mother or father." She snickered and took a step towards me. Slowly approaching me in rage, I couldn't help but gulp in fear.

"Lies." She screeched. Then, she did what I didn't foresee at all.

She slapped me.

My cheeks stung and I held them trying to relieve some of the pain. I looked up to see mom and dad coming and my eyes glistened with hope. Margo looked at the direction I was looking. Being a good actor as she was, she sat on the grass and began whining.

"Oh my god Teagan, are you ok?" I cringed at the mention of my real name. But what really disturbed me were the lies. Like she even cared in the slightest about my pain.

Once my parents saw that 'we' had been crying and heard Margo's pitiful words, they sprinted over to us.

"Babies!" My mom gasped when she witnessed all the tears. She then hugged me as tight as I could ever need to be hugged.

Thank you, thank you, thank you..., I thought to myself.

"What happened?" She left the hug and looked at both Margo me sternly. My father just awkwardly stood in the corner, apparently not knowing how to handle the situation.

Before I could answer, Margo hid the truth all too well.

"Keegan and I were playing ball but when I threw the ball at her she missed the ball and it hit her face." She spoke innocently, a little too fast than usual like a 5-year-old.

"Oh, I see." My mother gasped. "Keegan let's go inside to get rid of all the pain, ok?" She spoke to me sweetly as if I was five as well.

"Ok."

***

When inside, we walked to the kitchen and I sat on a kitchen counter. She fetched an ice-pack from the freezer and lightly placed it on my cheek, looking concerned. I knew the treatment wasn't really suitable, but I let her do her thing anyway.

"How did it happen? Did you get confused?" She asked me, her eyes showing nothing but worry.

"Yes." I managed to let out an answer. I lied. I knew I lied. And I knew I had to. Otherwise, Margo would come for me once again.

She was haunting me even without her mere presence.

Hello, guys, I hope you liked the first chapter!

I have decided to try and write a new story instead of yet another fanfiction with the same plot as the others, only with different characters. 

This time I have planned out the story (well I also do with all the other stories but I never finish them) and I really hope that I actually finish this story seeing as I never do finish my stories.

Anyways, please comment and tell me if you liked something particularly in the chapter or if you didn't like something, just so I can improve my writing. I don't really care about voting but if you want to vote this chapter go ahead, no one's stopping you. 

Thank you and see you in the next chapter! xx