“I didn’t kill my sister” were words that Jacob never imagined would ever have to escape from his mouth. But here was, Jacob Brian, age 18, male, twin brother to Alissa being accused of killing Alissa.
They were released by a teacher yesterday, and when they went home. Alissa and him talked a lot- talking their feelings out, with her apologizing and them cracking jokes with each other. It reminded Jacob of their childhood, where they could just be kids- where they were close together and Jacob loved it. The next day, Alissa was gone from overdosing on a drug. Alissa never did drugs, because if she did Jacob would know, Alissa could not have died from overdosing so he thought it was a prank. But it turns out it was true, his sister was dead from supposed overdosing. From what the doctor said- it was the first time so much drugs entered her system, meaning it was probably her first time doing drugs, but why would Alissa do drugs? There was no need for that. Alissa would never, Jacob knew her way too well to know she would never do drugs and yet… the reports told a different story.
He arrived at school- he could have stayed home, he thinks that would be better. Stay home, cry, probably do drugs too so he could be with his sister and feel like her again. No one talks about how depressing it truly is losing someone you were born with. Alissa was basically of him. He arrived at school wearing a red hoodie and as soon as he entered the hallways, everyone turned to him- pity stares. Jacob did not need pity, Jacob needed his sister.
He walked passed them, brushing them with his shoulders when he got a notification from his phone. Anonymous it said- who tf was anonymous?
Jacob heart dropped. He thought- I did not kill my sister, He would never kill Alissa nor wish harm on her- she was his soulmate- ew not that way, but she was his soulmate in a way that they were twins. They shared a womb together at the same fcking time- shared blood, shared everything. She was his sister- key word was ain’t life funny? As he walked grabbing his phone in anger he went to his locker- who tf was anonymous, he did not have time for this shxt.
“Jacob,” Jacob turned away to see Dior, looking hopeful. Tears in her eyes, her eyes were sunken- she was wearing sweatpants- Dior never wore sweatpants. She was wearing a hoodie that it looked like belong to Alissa, one of Alissa’s old hoodies. "Is she.. really
“I didn’t kill my sister,” Jacob blurted out.
Dior gave him a sad look, “I know you didn’t.. Alissa.. you would never.”
Jacob was about to say something more to her when the principal called through the announcement and Jacob looked up with a sigh. Great, he should have really stayed home. As he began to walk to the principal office, Dior held him by his wrist. “Alissa really loved you. Stay safe” she said as she began to walk away. Hands inside her pockets.
Alissa loved you more
He thought to himself.
He arrived at the principal and the first thing he said was “i didnt do it.” He sat down on the chair looking at all the other people in the office.
The principal just raised a brow, “Probably not probably yes, they are 7 other possible people who could havr done it or you guys could have worked together. I do not like to assume..” The principal began.