• Twins with twin telepathy, they use it for joking around.

    'Why are you hitting yourself?" (One making the other think he's or she's hitting himself or herself.) 8D
    "I'M NOT!!!" D:<
    "...Ok, then why are you THINKING about hitting yourself?" XD

    A girl with mental problems who knows that she's not right

    She enters her room at night, and turns on the light.
    “Hello my friend.” She says.
    The room is empty.
    She goes to her bed.
    Her place of solace.
    She hugs her huge stuffed bear and kisses it.
    “How was your day?” She asks.
    “Very lonely without you.” She lends her own voice to the bear, and chuckles.
    “Me too.” She answers.
    She holds the bear tighter, kissing it again.
    She rolls onto her side.
    She tucks herself into the bear’s stomach, wrapping its arms around herself.
    A tear rolls down her cheek.
    “I just need somebody.” She whispers and falls asleep.

    Maybe I'll make another part to this, like an explanation, and maybe what happens next.

    “Please, take it, go!” She whispered frantically. He held the one thing he never thought possible, in his two mere mortal hands. He stood, staring at it, in awe. “Please!” She urged. He blinked, shaken out of his shock.

    “But, where?” He asked. She looked frantically around.

    “I don’t know, anywhere! Somewhere! Not here! Please…” She started to slump to the ground, blood pouring through the hole in her chest.

    “But, wait, I-!” He couldn’t finish the sentence. She closed her eyes, as the darkness closed in. He looked frantically around, wide eyes finally locking onto her nearly lifeless body, lying on the ground. He bent and gave her one last kiss, and as he did so she whispered into his ear. He nodded, then tucked his precious charge into his jacket and ran away, hunched over it. The creatures stopped at her body, growling and snarling, paying no attention to the figure in the distance, running for all he was, for all he ever would be. The creatures sniffed at the hole, running their noses around the edges of the heart-shaped tear in her flesh.

    Tucked between his arm and his body, concealed within his jacket, was her heart, warm. Alive. Beating.

    "Keep it safe." She had whispered, with her last mortal breath.

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