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Writer's pictureLesego Ditlhake

Alex- Twine vs Traditional

Same Story concept. Two different mediums.


Twine

(click below on Alex to start)

Short Story

Lilly could count the people she could trust on one hand. The unfortunate part, most of them are dead. To her, death is just another excuse for people in her life to leave. Her mom was the first and then shortly thereafter, her dad. Try wrapping your mind around the idea of losing the only person left who held the pieces of your world together. If that’s not devastating enough, try to imagine losing that person not by force, but by a choice they consciously made. A choice your head or heart cannot understand.


The walk down the hallway was surreal. It had been quite some time since I had set foot on school grounds. Today was the day to get back into the groove of living life, or at least pretending. The expectation was that things would be exactly the same and that everyone could move on.


For once I hoped people would treat me like they used to!


I hoped that things would still be the same and that everyone accepts what happened and moves on. I’m used to people looking right through me, but now people just pathetically gawk at me with eyes of unwanted sympathy. Every second person is overly-friendly and tries to approach me with what they think are comforting words. It feels like the whole school is watching but I don’t dare lock eyes with anyone. As the bells rings, I take my seat, a deep breath and welcome myself back to East high Academy.


Lunchtime begins and I’m left to wonder alone. In the bathroom I layer on my sister’s makeup to kill time. Seth ,my boyfriend, usually meets me by my locker around this time but i just want to avoid him...well everyone. I see him standing there looking at my locker. I walked right by him without a second glance. Mindy ,my best friend, was waiting around the corner. She walked over towards me with a crowd of people a few steps behind her. Suddenly people were embracing me, saying things and smothering me.The abrupt explosion on my part was a horrifying blur. It was too much!


I ran home. The weather seemed to go right with my mood. Drops of rain started to pour on the gravel road. I felt my shirt getting wet. I couldn't even blame it all on the rain. Finally,there was home. I walked to the front door, unlocked it and entered. I had no business being here. I ran upstairs. There was my sister's room. I couldn't stop the tears.

Alex is...was my older sister. The only family I had left. She is just one of those people loved and admired by all who crossed her path. She had it all in the form of grace, beauty, confidence, kindness, brains and the list goes on. She is the opposite of who I judge myself to be and her popularity irked me on a daily basis. I thrived in the role of the problem child. I guess Alex had a side to her nobody knew, not even me. It was hidden inside a box she kept to herself.


I wish I had the chance to look after Alex and carry the burden for once. She didn’t need to rely on anything or anyone but me. I wish she never looked for solace inside that box packed with softness and steel, tissues and blades. I thought she could deal. Her expertly concealed body decorated with scars told a different story. She went too far this time and left me to find the horrors left behind. I can’t believe my sister cu...The day Alex lay lifeless on the floor in her room with the graffiti of blood flashed in my brain. I just want to be numb to the pain that vivid image brings.


I’m running. It is raining harder. I've got nowhere to go. Why couldn't I save her?! I can't piece it all together. I don’t even know the full story. I still don't understand. This kind of stuff doesn’t happen to girls like her. I wish there were words on a card that helped. I wish i could turn my emotions off. When will the dark cloud over my life succumb.I wish Alex was still here. I've got questions. Nobody is left to answer.


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