Where Did it All Go Wrong
Where Did it All Go Wrong?
CyeMouri
-What she felt when she found out about Nora, how she felt to finally have her very own twin, what she felt when they both desired to be Jessica Wakefield, that her own sister might be more determined and unyielding even than her. And what she was thinking as Nora repeatedly stabbed her, thinking she was Jessica Wakefield. This is Margo Black's side of the story "The Return of the Evil Twin". This goes out to Margo Chapelle-Black.
Prologue: Where did it all go wrong?
Margo Black couldn't remember being happier in all her life. She had successfully captured and hidden Jessica Wakefield and fooled her friends. And her boyfriend. Ken. At the thought of him, Margo smiled. He'd do for now. Margo might break up with him eventually, and she might even toss that rich witch Lila Fowler away as well. Not right away of course. Margo glanced around Jessica's room. HER room. It was complete disarray. Clothes and c.d.'s all over the floor, disorganized desk. There was no way Nora could handle being Jessica, she was too much a neat freak like Elizabeth. Nora. For a moment, Margo felt guilty for not letting her in on her plans. But Nora wanted to be Jessica also. It was better this way. Less interference. The feeling of guilt quickly passed, and Margo thought more about the daunting task of replacing Jessica permanently. Of course, Jessica would need to be disposed of permanently, but not now. Right now, Margo just wanted to get some rest. However, as she pulled on a night shirt saying "Sweet Valley", she couldn't shake off this funny feeling…..one of dread.
'Don't be ridiculous', she thought to herself, 'there's nothing to dread.' With that, she turned off the light and quickly fell asleep. –
she dreams, but I'll include it in full chapter
Sudden Pain! It was searing, as though she were being stabbed repeatedly. But wait, this was not her dream. Why was there a pillow pressed over her face? Why was she in pain? Who was bleeding? With a sudden realization, Margo knew it was her. Someone was stabbing her, killing HER. Though futile, Margo flailed. It was pointless. But who was stabbing her? Who would want to? …..Nora! Nora? Nora was stabbing her? Killing her? Yes…..it was. There could be no one else. But Nora.
'Nora! Don't kill me! It's me, Margo! Your sister! Please…don't kill me…' was Margo's last thought as she faded into blackness and the pain stopped. Words she couldn't say. Where did it all go wrong?
