A/N:

Q.Q)/ So my co workers and school friends keeps telling me to go watch Marvel movie 'End Game'. I didn't want to go because... I lost a friend recently and my other friends are living life with their significant other or others. I don't want to be a bother to them. I guess I'll watch it alone. Not that I'm uncomfortable but I would like company y'know. ~.~) Sigh...

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Modern Period of The Walking Dead Game

High School AU

Chapter Thirteen: Twin Issues

Days later.

One night, Sophie heard the water running in the bathroom. She got up from the sound and saw a thin light between the cracked door. Harsh profanities echoed in the small room. And the familiar voice didn't sound so happy about whatever. Sophie panicked as she boned rush to the door to find Minerva's tense back.

"What the fuck is going on?" Sophie said with concern. Minerva shook her head and continued thrashing over the sink. Sophie peered over and noticed a bloody razor blade beside the faucet.

Immediately, the twin went up to her sister and ripped her arm to see multiple overlapping lines across her lower arm. Her cerulean eyes widen as she stares at the cuts in horror. Minerva snatched it back to clean off her arm.

"Minnie...What the absolute fuck!? What the hell is you doing to yourself?" Sophie whispered harshly. Minerva's eyes harden as she glared at her sister in disgust.

"You really want to know the fuck is going on with me? You want to know how much I had to hold back from tell anyone about...about you and Louis? Why the fuck are you sleeping with him knowing he's going through shit and...And for fuck sakes...You're with fucking Ava!" Minerva said. Her nostrils flaring as she felt her blood boiling.

Sophie gasped. Many questions filling her thoughts. Hoping this is all a dream and nothing Minerva said wasn't true.

"How the fuck-"

"Louis told me at work, idiot. Both of ya some fucked up bitches. I already got his ass and Violet had to hold me back from fucking him up. But you...my own blood..."

"Shut. Up. This is none of your business." Sophie stormed out the room. Minerva stopped the water after cleaning the blade to hide it. She took off and found her mother rubbing sleep in her eyes.

"What the hell is all this noise?" She said. Behind her a husky dark man came out, slipping through to the kitchen.

The red head woman leaned against a door and knocked on it. Sophie came out the shut door.

"Yes?" Sophie hissed. Her eyes on her twin, not her mother.

"Sophie. Minerva. What's all the fuss about? It's twelve in the morning." Bonnie crossed her arms.

"It's nothing mom." Minerva shield her arm casually. Bonnie looked between the two and sighed. Nothing coming out either of their mouths. She had work in a few hours and she just wanted everything to settle down.

"You girls could had woken up Tenn. Give him some sympathy. The boy sick." Mike, their father, said. Minerva and Sophie nodded.

"Sorry." They huffed in unison.

"Now off to bed. If this happens again...I'll swear you two will bond by mowing the lawn, raking the leaves, and shoveling the snow this year." Mike warned them.

"Okay dad." They rolled their eyes. Mike chuckled. Always finding their twin mirroring cute. The two went in their separate rooms as the adults headed to theirs.

Minutes later, Sophie entered Minerva's room. Minerva was staring at her arm. So many cuts over her tatted arm with cuts. She tries her best to cover them from her parents.

Noticing her twin, Minerva glared at the girl. Sophie slowly approached her as she sat at the end of the bed.

"Minerva...Since when you started cutting yourself?"

Minerva's face softened. Sophie scooted closer to her twin and glanced at the arm. Hesitantly, she reached for it, but Minerva avoided her touch. Hiding her ugly.

"Don't worry about me." She whispered.

"What do you mean?" Sophie sneered.

"You never care to anyway. It's always about fucking you in your world!"

"M-My world? What world do you think I live in? All you do is sing and prance around like-like you're the best at everything. Miss perfect. Miss I can get girls and guys. Miss I have talent. Miss college scholarships. Miss...fuck you." Sophie gave her the finger as tears streamed down on her cheeks. She got up as frustration and some of her dignity gets the best of her.

"I'm not fucking perfect. You bitch. Get out my room. Slut." Minerva gasped. She clasped her hands over her mouth. Sophie's eyes widen as her twin. Both shocked and felt a wave of guilt.

"So-Sophie...I didn't mean to-"

"You know. I hope your face be the next thing you cut." She slammed the door behind her. A whole load of heavy weights stacked over her shoulders. Minerva sat there in bed staring at the door. Her fingers absently stroked her left cheek. Each brush from her fingertip rubbing against her cheek. Rubbing and rubbing, nail to skin, carving and scratching.

Till she saw blood on her nails.

Hoping her sister is happy now.

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Next day.

The summer rain poured down heavily, therefore it's going to take a while to see Louis. Violet patiently waited for Louis at their favorite café. A timid girl with red glasses came over to her table. Violet ordered hers and Louis's coffee. She observed the table surface as she waited some more.

"Sorry! Traffic!" The boy dressed in an expensive rain jacket from North face. Violet rolled her eyes. He sat down as he leaned his umbrella against the wall.

"It's cool. How's your chin and nose?" Violet smirked. She witnessed a few nights ago, her girlfriend throwing hands at Louis. Violet small frame had to stop and remove Minerva's tall self from Louis.

He rubbed his chin.

"Nose, okay. Chin...Not so much. Soooo... Why you called me here? Are you going to hit me too?" He cringed. Violet chuckled to herself.

"Shit. I want to, but this is between you, Ava, and the twins."

"I see your point." Louis shrugged. The dark haired waitress came by and placed their drinks down. Violet caught her name tag. 'Sarah'.

Sarah smiled at them shyly.

"Please enjoy." She ran off to the next customer. Louis took a whiff of the desirable chocolate coffee. Moaning in delight.

"Mmmmm. Takes me back when gran-gran made pops coffee before heading to work...right before my piano lessons." Louis reminiscing his lovely grandparents. Violet smiled. Adoring Louis dorky smile. He blew the drink before tasting the bitter sweet taste.

"Oh...Um... The reason why I asked you here is because I face timed Minnie this morning. She is having one of her...Episodes again." Louis's jaw dropped. The blonde held her cup. Staring at her reflection through the dark brown liquid.

"Shit. I-I didn't mean to trig-"

"I understand Louis. But know that anything happens to Sophie...Minerva blames herself." Violet said. Louis slouched back in his chair. Lost his appetite for his coffee. He dragged his hand down his face.

"Minnie hates me. Now it's going to be fucking horribly awkward at work and school!" He complained.

"She doesn't hate you. She's dealing with a lot when it comes to Sophie's bitchy side."

"Yeah...Crying bitch." He muttered.

"Why did you screw her?" Violet went straight to the point. Green eyes stared daggers at the chocolate ones. Louis pulled his eyes away to look at the tile floor.

"Louis..." She said. He sighed.

"I-I can't say-" His phone interrupted him. He quickly checked it and saw that it was Marlon. Violet ushered him to answer it and he did.

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Mike and Bonnie didn't know what to say. It's always one of the twins or the other doing a stunt. Mainly, Minerva pulling something off.

"So are you going to tell us about that patch on your cheek?" Mike said as he eyed his daughter on the couch.

Minerva ignored her parents stares and continue scrolling through her phone. Bonnie, pissed now, charged over Minerva. Clapping both hands-on Minerva's jaw, causing her to cuss under her breath. Bonnie snapped her daughter's neck in different directions to examine her face.

Her mother's face creased, and it broke Minerva deeply.

"Baby, please tell me what happened to your cheek." Her blue eyes filled with worry.

"I-I couldn't sleep well last night...I ended up scratching too hard on my ...face." Her excuse. Bonnie smashed her lips on Minerva's forehead. She held her tightly.

"Baby. Your face is precious. You have to take care of it." Her mother softly petted her short red hair in smooth strokes. Minerva shut her eyes and sink in deep from the touch.

"Maybe Minnie needs to check the psychologist again." Sophie popped in. Mike squinted.

"Sounds like a goo-"

"NO! Please no. I'm fine. I'm great, dad!" Minerva exclaimed as she jumped off from her mother's arms and couch. She faced her dad with a smile, trying to hide what she's really feeling.

"But hun. You ...Look at this." Mike snatched her arm and saw her freshly healing cuts. Minerva didn't have the strength to pull away as her mother saw between her tattoos.

"Ma! Dad! Please...I can't go back." She broke down. Bonnie crashed down the floor, hugging her weeping girl.

A tall black boy came in with a panic look. Seeing his sister on the floor, he rushed to comfort her.

"Minnie, everything going to be okay." He told her. Sophie's face tightens.

"Yeah, Minnie. Dr. Stan can cure you." She said. The teen boy comfort Minerva in his arms. Unaware what is going on and curious about why his sister shakes from hearing the doctor's name.