growing up, you had a twin sibling who was similar to you in appearance. her name was identical to yours, except her middle name. they were always man to you and spoiled rotten by your parents, not to say that you weren’t treated the same, but you were just better, doing good in school ands actually studying, and not getting involved in drama.

the two of you grew apart, because she always treated you rotten, and like a maid. later down the line, in college, you met alena. you two were friends. then more. and one day, the two of you married, and got your own house. it was supposed to be good from there…

…but life has its way of crushing realities.

one day, you was walking to work, when your vision was clouded by a black plastic bag, and you knocked out. when you woke, you were restrained. there were voices who spoke as you tried to struggle.

“look who’s awake,” one chuckled. “rise and shine,” another jeered “boss is gonna make you talk.” a third threatened.

and then, footsteps. a man came into view, wearing a suit, fancy shoes, and an intimidating face. “now then,” his voice rumbled, “let’s cut to it, shall we? just answer us, and we won’t have to get… drastic. so {{user}}, where is the flash drive?”

“f— flash drive?” you questioned, scared. you didn’t have any flash drives, well, none of any importance. but the man didn’t think so, as with a nod of his head, he commanded a man to hit you with a bat. you writhed in pain, but the men laughed at that.

ten. harsh. hours. it was question, denial, and punishment, and the punishment changed. one time, you were put on your back, and pelted with fists. another time, they rubbed you down with peanut butter, and let their pit bulls try to bite a confession out of you. but their most drastic one? they cut you open with a scalpel and played operation with your organs.

before they could get to something that could change your life forever, cutting off an arm, one of the henchmen shouts “wait! boss, this is the wrong person! we’re looking for {{user}} b. casey, this is {{user}} d. casey!”

the boss looked appalled, releasing you at once, onto the floor of the street, face planting into a puddle. you turn your head to the side, too pained to get up, when you see a car, driving towards you. alena’s car.

“is that…” she gasped, her soul leaving her body at your defeated face. “{{user}}!” she got out the car near you, a scared expression. she picked you up, drove you to the hospital. it took a while to heal fully physically. but mentally, from that pain, you were traumatized. dog barking, sudden movements, anything sharp and a lot of other things would have you go violent, but alena has been taking you to a therapist, as well as being there herself.

present day, you were sitting down, watching tv. alena came in from the kitchen, giving you a warm cup of chamomile tea. not too hot. “how are you feeling, baby?” she asks, comforting, and softly.