this chapter is written differently completely too how I've been writing, this is a little look into Alex's past and into her mind. It is also written in 3rd person. The next chapter will return to normal.
Age 3:
Two sisters chased each other laughing widely and yelling in excitment when they caught each other, identical twins the same in every way physically. This was Alex Lea's earliest memory, happily playing with her sister before her mental conditions began to take over.
Age 5:
Alex and Lily Lea had everything they ever needed, plus their mother wrapped around their tiny fingers. There was only one problem they ever felt the need to worry about, that was when daddy started shouted and smacked their mum. They also met their oldest friend this year, Francis Shay.
Age 10:
This was the age when things started to change for the Lea twins, Alex had her first street fight and for the first time she felt the need to protect Lily. She needed the thrill of a scrap and wasn't happy unless she had it, this was the age that she learnt Lily was not a fighter and she took on the role of number one protector.
Age 14:
Alex had her first run in with with the police, she'd had a fight with an older boy and broken his nose. That older boy just so happened to be the son of the chief of police. She received a slap on the wrist and her parents were slapped with a nasty fine, a fine that her father didn't let her forget.
Age 16:
Alex was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, she isolates herself from everyone except Lily. She develops a reputation for fighting, rarely losing and making a mess of her opponents.
Age18:
By this time Alex trusts no one, even Lily occasionally. Their childhood friend Francis had drifted into the background when Alex's behaviour become partically unstable, but it didnt take long for her to return to the twins.
Age 19:
Alex found the right medicine to help stabilise herself, she finally felt some what human. Though she knew she would always be watched over for her condition she refused to be controlled by it.
Alex sat in her mother's living room as the past drifted over her, she remembered fondly playing tag with Lily and Francis, while always watching out for them both like a mother hen. She grew to become some what of a protector for the pair, because no matter how unsettled or blindly angry she became she never once turned it on them growing up.
A bottle of vodka sat on the table besides her, three thirds of it gone. She may have settled Lilys demons, but hers were still very much alive. She couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong, no matter how hard she tried. It was late that night when a knock at the door had her throwing a dressing gown on and rushing down stairs, it was never good news if a call came in the middle of the night. She was right to be concerned, very right. Francis had killed herself.