Twin Moon
The thought enraged me.
I closed the book and wrung my fingers tightly around the cover. I am supposed to be special. I am supposed to be unique. And yet all this time I thought I was one of a kind, another had already mastered my abilities. I am the strong one. I am the trained killer, the silent assassin, the ghost in the night. I am the powerful one. This bitch has nothing on me. A ripping sound pulled me from my rage spiral, I looked down to see the journal now in two shredded pieces in my hands. Fuck. I kneeled down on the ground and laid the two halves together. I opened them both back up to the page that I was last reading, and tried to line them up so that I could see the handwritten