Mayline
“Mother, don’t you think you were being a bit harsh?” I argued as we walked away from my sister’s lonely cage, down the hall towards my own room. I have always hated that Mailen lived in darkness. I hated that she lived in isolation. But no matter how much I protested, things never changed. Our mother always insisted it was for the best, but never explained why. I wonder how different my twin would be if she wasn’t so confined. I wonder how different I would be if our roles were reversed.
I could almost hear her eyes rolling. “Hold your tongue child, it is what's best for both of you. You don’t know Mailen very well. If she senses the slightest weakness in you she will tear you apart. I will not watch my children tear each other apart,” hissed the woman. The irony of her
