The heavy oak door of my bedroom was the only thing standing between me and the poison still swirling in the living room below. Even through the wood, I could hear the muffled, frantic sounds of my mother’s coddling.“What is wrong with Elara… Something is not right,” my mother’s voice drifted up the stairs, thick with a mixture of confusion and burgeoning fear. She had never seen me strike back. To her, I was the porcelain doll that never broke, no matter how hard she dropped it.“Maybe it’s because I came back, Mommy,” Elena whimpered, her voice wet with fake tears. I could almost see her wide, innocent eyes—the same eyes that had watched me bleed out in the first life. “I’ve taken everything from her just by existing, haven't I? She hates me.”“Oh, my poor baby,” my mother cooed. “How are you going to use that hand for your welcoming party? Everyone is coming to see the Silas twins reunited, and you’re scared because of that… that animal.”Then, my father’s voice cut through the ai
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