I shook. And shook. And shook. My bones rattled in fear. 'This is it. I just lost my grandma and my father. We're going to have to go to moms house. Moms house, that hell hole of a home. We'll be locked in the basement again. Whipped and beaten. This can't be happening. It's a dream. Just a dream.' I thought. Slowly the corners of my vision blurred as I slowly slipped from consciousness via the needle in my arm.

I woke up to more machines. Kiki was already awake, staring at the ceiling. The restraints around my waist was removed, I noticed, sitting up. I looked around the room until my eyes met the feared, all too familiar brown eyes that I see every time I look in the mirror. My mother. I screamed so loud I swear if my pitch was any higher I would've broken the small, rectangular window next to my head. Her emotionless face distorted into a look of disgust. Kiki jolted up and followed my line of vision until she saw out mother. She screamed too. My mother brought fake tears to her chocolate eyes and pounded on the nurses button. The nurse with the pink steak rushed in and saw us screaming and took immediate action without my disgusting mother having to explain. She hustled over to Kiki and jabbed the needle in her skin, than approached me, willing to do the same.
"NO! I WONT LET HER TAKE ME AWAY! MAKE HER GO AWAY! SHE HIT AND WHIPPED AND CUT US BEFORE! SHES AN ABUSER! TAKE HER AWAY! LOOK IN HER PURSE! IN HER WALLET! NONONONONO!"
I screamed, but it didn't work. The corners of my vision slowly caved in, blurring.

I woke up again, this time in my old house. Strange. I looked over at my desk chair and there she was. My mom. She had dark skin with ebony hair and chocolate eyes. Kiki and I resemble her a lot, but we refuse to admit it. She hurt us, and we're not stopping until she goes to jail. I opened my mouth to scream. No sound came out, just a tingly feeling on my chin. I wiped my mouth only for the feeling to spread down my arm. What I saw on my arm was a horrific sight. Spiders. All over my arm. My mother opened her mouth, and a similar ritual took place. My vision was blocked with huge arachnids.

I woke up with a jolt, sweating and panting. This time, it was not my mothers eyes who greeted me, but a nurses.
"I thought you might like to know that your mother was arrested because of a drug charge. Her wallet, as you hinted, held four pounds of pure Columbian cocaine."
My eyes filled with tears of joy.

"Thank you." I whispered to the nurse. I kissed her on the cheek. "You have no idea how much that means to us."

After the nurse rushed out of the room I noticed that my twin wasn't in the bed across the floor, so I slammed my fist on the nurses button.

"Where the hell is my sister?" I asked in a cool manner.
"Your sister was moved to a sick ward. She came down with a severe case of depression and it's making her vomit and choke and sneeze. It's pretty bad."

Sometimes it seems as though the universe is against me.

Depression {Kiki}
My mind is foggy. I've been vomiting a lot, and I've been on a steady morphine flow. Thank god for morphine! I get to spend my days in a happy LaLaLand of no tears and dancing unicorns. Hooray! But in consciousness my mine floods with terrible thought of my father, Nanafua, and Jenny. I hope Jenny is okay.

With us as twins, the universe seems to be against us.

:-(
That was only 644 but I can't write anymore. I'm so tired. I think I'm going to bed. Sorry....