Luna's P.O.V
"Girls get up for school!" I hear mom yell from down the steps. "Okay mom!" I call back. I'm Luna Cobyoshy. My sister is Dawn Cobyoshy. We're twins, but nothing alike. Not even in looks. You see, I'm a loud, outgoing, kick ass, tomboy. Dawn's a shy, quiet, calm, scene girl. The one thing that makes Dawn really stick out is, she won't talk to anyone other then me. Not even our mother can get her to talk. It pisses me off when the kids at school pick on her. I always defend her though, so in a way I'm like a body guard. "Ready Dawn?" I ask as I pull my book bag up. "I guess." She whispers. I really wish she'd be more outgoing. We walked out the door and two blocks to our school. We stopped in front of the doors leading into the gym. "Dawn, I have a basketball game today. Anyone the two teams invite can skip a couple of periods. You in?" "Who are you going against?" "Preppy bitches." I hissed. I saw a smile come across her face, "Kick some ass Luna, I'm in!" She cheered.
Dawn's P.O.V
I watched Luna take her place onto the courts. Yeah, I know I'm weird. I don't talk to anyone other then Luna. She's like my body guard, she's protected me from everything. Kids at school, animals, are abusive dad. She's always been there for me. I took my seat in the far corner of the gym. I don't like crowds hell, I don't even like sports! I only do this for her. To me sports are pretty boring. I suppose I should find something to do. I guess I'll just pick at my cuts. Yeah, I cut who gives a flying fuck? I lifted the sleeve of my hoodie and peeled the first scab off slowly. Blood slowly flowed down towards my hands. "Hey look, it's that stupid emo!" A boy yelled from across the gym. Oh great, my fans. They stepped in front of me. "You're such a fucking freak!" a preppy girl said chewing her gum like a cow. I glanced down to my hand to see the blood dripping off onto the floor. "Stupid cunt." The other boy hissed. One boy noticed my bleeding arm. He grabbed my hand and held it up. "Look she's a cutter! Haha, fucking bitch." He looked back at his two friends and they all laughed. I saw my blood rise off my hand and coiled up like a snake. "Weak little bi-" his words were cut off. I drilled a hole right through his head. I like this, I stood up wondering what else I can do with my blood. None of the other kids noticed he dropped. I made my blood coil up again and lunched it into the other boys belly button. I saw him stop laughing and make a face of pain. He looked at me and whimpered. I sprawled my hand out and my blood ripped him apart from the inside out. Blood painted the walls of the gym. Who's the weak bitch now?