Alex stood there, thinking of all the possible secrets Harper could have kept from her. It couldn't be that bad. It was Harper that she was talking to. The little goody two shoes who wouldn't hurt a fly. Alex tried to reassure herself as she thought of Harper and her secret.
'Im not who you think I am.' Harper suddenly said. 'Seriously, Harper. Enough with the drama.' Alex replied. 'You're making incredibly hard for me to tell you, Alex.' 'Go on then. I'll listen.' Alex said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
HARPERS POV
How do I tell her? Its not exactly easy to tell her this sort of information. I mean, it's hard to accept. Nobody knows. I could never find the heart to tell them, or never knew how to.
'I cut too.'
I finally said. It almost felt like that took all the energy in my body to say. 'What? You mean your bulimic too?' Alex said, a little astonished. Bulimic? Alex was bulimic? I felt so blind. I was supposed to pay attention to her. Why didn't I spot all of this? Some best friend I am. 'Bulimic? Your bulimic?' I finally choked out. 'Wait. You're not bulimic are you?' Her voice sounded sad, almost disappointed that I wasn't like her.
'No.' I said. 'No im not.' 'Well I am.' She spat out. 'I guessed that. Im sorry I wasn't that observant. It must be awful.' 'Yeah, it is. But more to the point, what about you? You said you had a secret?' Alex questioned. Now that really put me on the spot. How would I say it? I wouldn't want to scare her away, she'd been my best friend for as long as I can remember and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if this is what brought our friendship to an end. I guess myself isn't really the right word either.
'Im not only Harper Finkle. Im also Daisy Finkle.' 'Whos that? An imaginary friend?' 'No. Shes my twin sister. My dead twin sister.' My voice sounded deep and scary now, and I knew Daisy wanted a say in this. 'Your…Your dead sister?' Alex stuttered on the word dead.
'I killed her when we were 8. I knew what I was doing. I envied her so much. She was perfect, but also a sadistic, conniving person. Yeah we were only eight, but she was smart, and tried to set our house on fire. I saved our family, but I shut her in the kitchen while the fire was burning the house down. I still hear her screams in my ears and I hate it. It feels like she takes over my body sometimes, making me all perfect and good, when infact im not good, im a murderer.'