A/N: This chapter has some violence so proceed with caution. I'm trying to have an update every day, but this did not want to finish writing itself yesterday so here we are. As always, Stephanie Meyer owns anything here that seems familiar, the rest I came up with on my own.

BrookeWorm3: "Poor Dee! Being an afterthought sucks! I see her kicking ass towards Edward or him trying to reassure her, but Dee would definitely say fuck you to Edward."

Absolutely! There's going to be a lot of Edward bashing happening soon, and Dee is going to cause some shit and get into some shit regarding him.

It was overcast when I awoke, thought the day seemed even more gloomy than normal, and entirely too quiet. Normally Charlie hadn't left yet by the time I started getting ready for school and he could be heard walking around, sometimes I'd hear the news playing. There was nothing, absolute silence. Lifting my covers, I sat up and stretched–realizing belatedly that it was September 13th. Today the Swan twins were officially eighteen, adults in the eyes of the law, jury duty here I come. Stepping into my slippers, I padded over to the door and peaked out; still not noticing any sign of dad or Bella. I stopped to knock on Bella's door and peered inside, but she wasn't there. Nor was she in the bathroom, admittedly this worried me as it was nowhere near time for school, and she hardly woke before I did.

I quietly tiptoed downstairs, trying my best to listen for any signs that I wasn't at home alone, any little noise. The kitchen was completely intact, the coffee pot sat clean from when I had washed it out last night. Charlie always made himself a cup of coffee while getting ready, then took one to go to tide him over until the afternoon. Maybe he and Bella had gone to grab breakfast for today? Making my way further through the house, I noticed with a sinking feeling that both Charlie's cruiser keys and the truck keys were still here. Chills ran up my arms as I turned the corner in the living room to find the back door wide open. The wind outside had blown leaves up onto the porch and in the doorway reminiscent of a horror movie scene.

I had always mocked the actions of characters in horror films as they seemed so careless, now though I had to see what was outside. The closer I got; I was able to see that a previous black mass materialized itself as Bella crouching over something. I stepped outside fully, the chill in the air causing me to shiver harder.

I called out to my sister hesitantly, "Bella, are you okay?"

I shifted slightly to the side, nerves growing as she didn't answer, only standing up suddenly with her back to me. I stumbled back in horror as what I had previously thought was an unknown mass was actually my father's body. Charlie's empty eyes stared back at me; he lay on his back looking toward the house with a look of terror frozen on his face. The side of his neck was drenched in blood, I could tell from a handful of feet away that his throat was ripped out. I had to keep myself from turning and throwing up, suddenly frozen in place by a chilling laugh that ripped itself from my sister's still form. I started heaving, trying to will my body into action as she slowly turned to face me. She was covered in our father's blood, her eyes a near identical color to the liquid, blood pooled from her mouth, a grisly and mocking smile.

"Oh Dee, don't be scared. I just wanted a quick bite to eat. Charlie really doesn't mind, do you dad?" She turned and nudged Charlie's limp form with the toe of her shoe, giggling maniacally as it flopped momentarily.

"What the fuck did you do," I hissed out, barely restraining myself from barreling to her.

Her expression flickered briefly, "What did I do? You don't get to be angry Dee; you knew I was becoming this." She clenched her fist tightly, "It's not my fault I have a place for myself, you could have joined me, the Cullens would have let you."

She was seething, her nostrils flared, and her expression twisted into a more gruesome snarl by the second.

I grasped along the porch blindly, finding a rock and flinging it at her with all my might, only for it to shatter upon contact with her. "Shut up! That has nothing to do with Charlie, you killed our dad you monster!"

She started striding forward, heading toward me with a purpose, "It doesn't matter, you were a bad daughter, a bad sister. So selfish, you weren't even planned. You're a spare Didyme, Renee chose your name because she hadn't planned on you, you're nothing but an afterthought. You've heard her talk about how she picked your name, 'twin' is all you are; an extension of someone else."

I scrambled to get up and run inside, just as I passed the threshold and moved to slam the door, as a cold hand grasped my shoulder and yanked. Bella slammed me into the wall outside, the red in her irises fading into an empty black, her mouth gaping as she shook me with a laugh. I shuddered, tears rolling down my cheeks as she leaned in and tore into the side of my throat, screaming in pain as my sight faded.

I awoke with a start, gasping and clutching at my chest in fright–everything that had happened felt so undeniably real. I took a minute to calm myself, drawing in deep breaths; I startled further at the sound of a knock on my bedroom door. Charlie poked his head in bashfully, coming into view fully as he saw I was already up. He held two presents adorned in mint green wrapping paper adorned with silver glitter swirls, one significantly larger than the other. He ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat with a happy grin.

"Morning Dee Dee. Happy birthday, your mom and I got you some things that you should love." Charlie looked around nervously, before passing me the boxes.

I took them gratefully, then stood to hug him tightly, still reeling from the dream my subconscious had shoved on me. He coughed awkwardly and patted my back with one hand, tightly squeezing me before pulling back from the embrace. His eyes were dewy, probably trying not to cry; Charlie felt weird about expressing emotion.

I grinned brightly at him while sitting down to open the gifts. "Thanks dad, I'm sure you and mom did great." Upon opening the first package I gasped and launched myself at dad once more.

"Thank you, dad! This is awesome, you really did well!"

Sitting inside the beautiful paper was a complete box set of Jane Austen's novels, while Bella loved Wuthering Heights, I could spend days within Jane Austen's classics. I moved on to the second package, peeling away the wrapping paper to show a gorgeous dark blue journal. Turning it over in my hands I could tell it was made with something that felt like suede, and in the bottom corner on the front side were my initials engraved in gold. D.H.S stood elegantly in a scripted font–Didyme Helen Swan, middle name a tribute to Charlie's mom much like Bella's was for Grandma Marie.

Looking up, Charlie was smiling and trying to keep back tears, "You and your sister aren't little girls anymore. Soon you'll be off on your own without your old dad hovering over you."

Stepping forward I gave him one last tight hug, "We'll always be your little girls dad. Someday we'll bring our own kids and dump them on you so you can teach them how to fish."

He gave a chuckle and turned to look back at my door, "I better go wake Bells up, she's got to open her gifts still."

I have a full body chuckle at that, "Bella and gifts are two words she hates having in the same sentence. Good luck."

He ruffled my hair fondly with a laugh and left to wake Bella up. I took the time to process my dream, it was nothing more than my anxieties and fears acting up. Bella would never act the way she had in that nightmare, my sister was loving and selfless–she always tried to find the good in people. Shaking myself awake I moved to get ready, though it was our birthday I knew Bella would make no moves to draw attention to the fact, so I would not dress up and ruin her plans. Bella hated getting older, probably more so now that she's physically older than Edward, she'd lamented about the fact multiple times this week alone.

As I was leaving my room to go downstairs, I bumped into her as she was stepping outside her door. She was definitely in a mood, her eyebrows were drawn tight, and she was slightly pouting.

Giving her a playful shove, I raised my eyebrows, "Happy birthday B. Try not to stress too much, okay? Edward is like a hundred or something so technically he's older."

She seemed to process that for a second before she nodded with a sigh, "You're right, it's just something I'm overthinking, I guess. Happy birthday." She smiled and we each handed the other the small, wrapped gifts we had been holding.

Bella had always hated getting gifts, probably something about not wanting the attention on her. We had come to an agreement when we were younger that she had to accept any gift from me without complaint as it was my birthday too, and so we'd exchange one gift a year. It turns out that this year Bella had gotten me a small set of professional pens in a fancy case. She opened the package I had given her, nestled inside a small box was a locket; upon opening it she saw the two photos I had put inside. On the right side was a picture of Bella and I last summer, the two of us smiling while relaxing in the warm Arizona sun. The other picture was of Edward and my sister, one Alice had snuck on the night of prom a few months back.

Looking at me with a small smile, she leaned in for a hug–which I of course returned. I was pretty popular this morning, too bad it wasn't like this all year long.

"Thank you, Dee. I love it. I know you're not the biggest fan of Edward–"

I cut her off quickly, "I like to give him shit Bella. If he loves you and doesn't hurt you then I can tolerate him."

She gave me another warm look before becoming me to follow her downstairs for our small birthday breakfast.

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We got to school with no issue, meeting with Edward, Alice, and Jasper in the parking lot. I laughed softly while watching Bella have a small tantrum about Alice wishing us a happy birthday 'too loudly'. It was even more funny to see her so paranoid when Jessice and Mike asked if we were ready for the 'big day' in which our Romeo and Juliet essays were due.

At lunch Angela stopped me briefly to wish me a happy day, as she had known it was today in addition to Bella's dislike for the occasion. I was just ready to see how out of control Alice took the party tonight, and how big of a fit Bella would throw.