I bit and tore at the pillow that engulfed my face, effectively snuffing out my ability to breath. I kicked and twisted, desperately trying to tear my assailant off of me. My legs thrashed as I tried to make contract with any part of her body, but only occasional met the hard surface of her ankle. The diminutive amount of air that I was able to suck in threw the pillow was not enough to stop my lungs from burning.

"That'll show you." Lily sneered, my blinded eye's imagining the superior and somewhat evil gin as she fought of my desperate attempts to escape.

Anger at being manhandled by my twin, and treated like a two year old boiled up inside me coupled with the now desperate need to breath and renewed my frantic fight for freedom against the steel arms that pined the pillow to my face. "Get off", I screamed with the remaining air in my lounges, it came out like "Ghe och…" my voice dissolved into violent coughing that scraped the sides of my throat.

My legs and arms flailed in all directions as I tried to make contact with something other than the wall. Triumph would restore my energy every time I made solid contact with her limbs.

She let out a sudden grunt, letting her arms turn to water, and I shoved the now limp Lily off me and onto the floor between our two parallel beds, hers ironically pink.

"You could have killed me." I said. I wanted to kick her, but knew that if I did, she'd kick me back twice as hard. "Did you hear me? I could have died." I sat up on my bed, making a rather big deal about feeling my throat.

She didn't move, simply lay there, motionless on the childishly decorated rug. I waited for her to spring up and say "Gotcha" and call me a "Gullible dweeb", but she just lay there.

"I know your faking." I said, Good, now she can't claim that I believed her trick, and picked my laptop off the nightstand, pretending to do homework while I waited for her to get up.

Mint? Not it couldn't be, my parents hated mint. Then why did it smell… I glanced at me sister, and barley noticed the faint green tendrils of smoke rising from her body. Blinking couple of times, then rubbed my eyes did nothing to effect the illusion. I tried standing up and shifting my point of view, but when the mirage didn't go away, I decided it was best to look away, no need to let my sister know I was seeing thing.

I looked down at my arms just in time to see the same green tendrils of smoke rising from my body. My legs buckled underneath me, and my senses faded right before my head hit the floor.