The Bully And The Victim

JERAH

Do you know that feeling when it feels like the entire world was fake? That feeling when you look around and all you could see was a big empty desert with not a single soul in sight. You feel lost. Abandoned. Scared. Confused.

That was exactly how I felt the moment she uttered my name.

For a long time, I stared blankly at her, trying so hard to comprehend her last statement. Why would she call her own name when talking to me?

My heart raced. My mind rejected the hint it had coming.

She scoffed as a tear finally slipped her eye.

"What? Why do you look so surprised, sister? Don't tell me you didn't miss your name. Sorry I had to lend it for fifteen years."

Shivers ran through me. I shook my head and took some steps back.

"Wh... What're you talking about? I'm not Mina, I'm..."

"Isobel?" She huffed. "You're so pathetic, aren't you? All because you're this... fake nun, you had a dream and picked out the victim to be you? Why? You feel you're incapable