she screamed. "Dammit! You know of your past and suddenly think everyone has the same privilege as you?"
"What privilege do I have that you don't?!" I screamed.
"You and Jax!" she screamed back. "You got both halves of the damn pie while Elijah and I got split in the making and now we're basically suffering for things we didn't do!"
I paused in my attempt to respond immediately, my eyes widening at her confession before it suddenly clicked.
Holy fuck. Is she trying to say they're-"
"Yes!" She seemed to read my mind as I looked back up to meet her gaze. "Yes!" she repeated. "While you and the destined love of your life got reborn as one individual, we got the short end of the stick. Meaning, we were split into two which means both Elijah and I are twins!"
No. This makes no sense whatsoever.
"Don't believe me? Look up the official records!" she snapped. "The ones my lovely dad, or should I say assaulter, hid away in the bottom file cabinet in his office at the police station. The official documents of his and my twin sister’s connection to all the shit that has been put on me. The one who dated Jax was my twin. The one who stated that Finnick raped her in the changing room was my twin. She was in the back seat of the car when she forced me to press on the gas pedal and crash into you. She's the fucking reason I can't walk while she continues to hide in the shadows!"
She sobbed heavily as she let go of my sleeve and worked hard on moving the trapped wheels of her chair. "Everything is their fault, dammit! And the good Elijah is now in a coma after that damn bitch spelled him to go after you guys during the exam. Even if he does survive, they'll put all the damage on his shoulders to bear until he drinks himself to death or some stupid shit!"
I couldn't even speak and watched as the wheel unjammed but sent her forward, out of the chair and into the dirt. All she could do was cry as she began to crawl through the grimy dirt.
"Dammit! I hate this life so much! I should just take the last pill and die. Then all the suffering will be over!" She sobbed heavily as her fingers dug into the ground. "I'm never getting a happy ending. I'm never going to find my mom who was sent away by that horrible bitch. Dad is never going to be the same and is only helping the shadow people. There's no way out! No one believes me. No one trusts me...my life is ruined," she cried.
I was overcome with her emotions that hit me like a wall, and I was suddenly on my knees as I fought the dizziness that plagued me. I'd never felt such intense emotions before. My mimic gift that was using Connor's emotion ability became a weapon against me as I tried to gain control of my mind, which was being consumed by the feelings of remorse that came with the foreign flow of pain, sadness, and defeat.
"I don't want to die! Is this my end? Is this karma biting back at me for the past I only partially committed? Is there no justice? Will the truth be revealed when everything is too late? After I've died, and that bitch of a sister gets exactly what she wanted!"
Vengeance. Justice. Liberty.
I shook away the emotions that fought to disable me, rising back up once more before I was hooking an arm around Elisha's waist and lifting her arm to rest on my shoulder. A grunt escaped me as I took her weight and lifted us both up.
"W-What are you doing?!" she cried, sobbing uncontrollably, and trying to fight back with her upper body strength which was becoming a pain in the ass.
"LET ME HELP YOU, DAMMIT!"
"You're not supposed to help me!" she screamed. "I'm the bad guy!"
"If you truly were, you wouldn't be trapped in this dark whirlwind of trouble!"
Her teary eyes filled with anger, and yet the tears that streamed down her cheeks were in conflict with her words. No matter good or evil, it was obvious she wanted to live.
I should have let her perish, just like she'd wished for me when she drove that car with the intention of killing Finnick and hit me instead. She had no remorse and was still somehow tangled in all of this with little