There's something you should know about the world we live in. Everyone is born with a twin; a good twin, and an evil twin. When the twins are born, it is determined then usually, which one is evil and they are sent into another society far away from the 'good' society.

Often, it takes time for the evil to develop inside of someone, so it's not unusual to see twins in the good society, but people tend to steer clear for their own safety. But just as often, the evil twins can break free and cause havoc in the other society.

Liars, cheaters, thieves, rapists, murderers- they're all the evil twin. The chaos became such a normal occurrence that it was never frowned upon, until we elected a new President who promised change - and boy... did he deliver.
You could not travel, leave, or even visit another home without being checked and searched by Security. They had the highest technological advances in tracking and facial recognition in hopes of weeding out the evil twins and sending them back. Everyone felt relieved and even a little safer knowing that our government actually cared enough to give a shit about us, so you can understand my relief when I was notified that my evil twin had passed.

She put me through fucking hell. The torture I endured was painful and never ending. Constant beatings, screaming, and tears overtook my entire life and I was frightened. No- I was terrified for my life. But I played it off.

I cried for months which, turned to years. I prayed every night and told her I forgave her for what she did to me. I even permanently damaged my skin, carving her name into my arm as some sort of remembrance of my sister- that bitch. But my years of self loathing finally paid off. I was pulled out of my home in cuffs and scanned immediately. Everyone was taken back as they saw no trace of evil inside of me. The city quickly realized their mistake of locking me up for so many long years, as well as my sisters mistake and released me back into the 'good' society.

If only I could describe the look of horror and shock on my family's face when they were informed there was a mistake in the arrest a few years back, and I was being released back into their custody. And only if I could describe the pure joy and ecstasy I felt as soon as I drove my knife into each one of their still beating hearts.

Anyone can be good, it just takes practice.