Poisoned Lips

28: evil twin

(Barely edited LOL enjoy)

Azalea and Freyja sat in silence as they waited for Prince Charming to finish taking his shower. Night had fallen, and one candle burned in the middle of the table. Freyja wrapped her blanket tighter around her body as a gust of wind blew in through the broken window. The light illuminated Azalea's soft features as she stared intensely at the flames.

"Have you ever wondered why we were born?" Azalea whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...We just have a very useless life compared to others. All my life, I've been locked up because of my illness, and the moment I had the courage to run away, I got locked up in prison. Then, when I was able to break out, and... and now I find myself locked up in a house in fear of being seen. I'm sick of being a prisoner. I believe my destiny is greater than this. I don't—I can't end my life in hiding, Freyja. I need to help the world."

Freyja smiled. "You have a pure heart. Despite the horrible things it's done to you, you still want to save it?"

"Everyone needs saving."

"We don't all deserve it."

"What made you like this?"

Freyja looked away. "I don't know what you mean."

"You're so...withdrawn. No matter what I do or say, you never really open up. And you have pent-up anger, I noticed. You explode for the tiniest things, you're mean, and you always scowl. But other times when I look at you, you are sad. I-" Azalea sighed. "What made you so guarded?"

"In a world that wants to shred me to pieces, why should'nt I be guarded?" Freyja asked harshly. "I've dealt with things that I shouldn't even have dealt with! I-" Freyja felt a surge of anger as she remembered being pushed up against that wall, that night, by a gaurd. She was twelve. She remembered the smirk on fake Lydia's face, a woman who was meant to be her family friend, send her to prison. Even her own mother, her only friend, lied to her for 17 years, telling her that nothing could be done about her condition. Why shouldn't she be angry?

At every turn she gets slapped in the face. Even Winn, he betrayed her by abandoning her. He dissapeared with Zara one night and never returned. Why shouldn't she be guarded? People come in, they stab you, they go, and you're left all alone, treating your wounds, until another comes, they stab, they go, you try to heal. And it happens over and over, until you've finally had enough and shut the door. So, why shouldn't she be withdrawn?

Azalea sighed as she saw the storm in Freyja'ss eyes. "You deserve to be happy."

"I—" The sound got strangled in her throat. No, she didn't deserve to be happy. She was the reason her father died, and she killed her mother. Plus she was working with the enemy. She was evil.

"I hope you find your purpose, Azalea. I really do."

Azalea scoffed. "It'll probably never happen. I'll forever be sick. That stupid cure can't be found not even with the clue that we found."

Freyja's ear perked up. "A clue?"

"Yeah, a broken inscription that Devland acquired a few days ago. It's no use though, we're missing the other half."

Freyja wanted to scream. SHE had the other half. Should she steal it? Should she come clean? Should they work on finding the cure together? Skies. Oh, skies.

"Where is—"

"Ah, I hope I didn't take too long," Devland interrupted a cloth covering half of his face.

Freyja shot him a glare. He just had to ruin it.

"I had the time to give birth and become a grandmother," Azalea told him.