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[center][i]Five Months Ago[/i][/center]

[i][color=EEEDBB]"Ya ever wish you were somethin' else?"[/color]

Violet peeled the side of her forehead off the cool passenger window, twisting to glance at her brother. She watched as his lips tugged up into a soft smile, and reluctantly decided to humor him. [color=thistle]"Like what?"[/color]

[color=EEEDBB]"'Like what?'"[/color] He replied, his tone mocking. [color=EEEDBB]"What do ya think I mean, Viola?"[/color] Before Violet could respond, or scold him for calling her Viola, he continued. [color=EEEDBB]"I mean like a werewolf, or a vampire, or a wizard or something!"[/color]

Violet scowled, still a bit bitter over the childhood nickname. Pushing past her irritation, she shrugged. [color=thistle]"Maybe a werewolf?"[/color] She had always been fascinated by their ability to transform from seemingly regular humans into those giant, powerful creatures, even if they were ugly as all hell. 

[color=EEEDBB]"A werewolf? Really? You're already mad enough, and now you want to tack that onto it?"[/color] Her brother snorted, raising a brow in disbelief. He kept his eyes on the road, guiding the plain black lemon they called a vehicle through the winding valleys. 

Violet threw up her hands, her anger bubbling up once more. This time, though, she let it trickle out. [color=thistle]"Dude, can you stop? Every time we talk you try to start something."[/color] They were almost home, and she didn't want to be in a bad mood when they got to the house.

[color=EEEDBB]"See, there it is!"[/color] Vince chuckled, his smile only growing. When Violet didn't respond, it slowly settled into a grimace. He glanced over at her slumped frame, and took a hand off the wheel to prod her. [color=EEEDBB]"Oh, c'mon, Vi,"[/color] He poked her again at her continuous lack of a response, eyes focused on his twin rather than the asphalt. [color=EEEDBB]"I'm sorry."[/color]

[color=thistle]"Vince, watch the road."[/color] She mumbled, smacking away his hand.

[color=EEEDBB]"I will, when you accept my apol-"[/color]

The next few moments of Violet's life were a blur. As if they had collided with a brick wall, her body slammed forward. Her seatbelt, something she had always thought would protect her in an accident, snapped. She flew through the windshield, her body limp in the air as she collided with the pavement. Flesh tore from her arms, legs, and chest as she slid four feet, the friction burning away at her. She felt it all, every bit of pain. Her eyes closed, her open mouth dripping blood. As she slipped into unconsciousness, a single thought filled her mind.

She was alive. 
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[right][color=thistle]Location:[/color] Violet's Apartment, Duncaster —> The Streets of Duncaster
[color=thistle]Vibes:[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOzZ6p-nS4k]"Do you remember..."[/url]
[color=thistle]Interactions:[/color] None[/right]

A set of beatific twins stared eagerly at their birthday cake. Across the fluffed white top, the words [I]'Happy B-Day, Vi-Vi!'[/I], were scrawled in neon blue icing. As the short song came to a close, they leaned forward in unison to blow out the nineteen lit candles. Every year, the same routine. 

Every year, the family roared their approval over the ritual. So loud that Violet's neighbor would likely put forth another noise complaint. A picture was taken to immortalize the day. The cake was promptly torn apart, and once everyone received a slice, the twins were allowed to cut the act. 

For a few moments, Violet lingered beside Vince, watching him out of the corner of her eye. She opened her mouth. Nothing came out. Inevitably, she slipped out of her seat and wandered toward her bedroom. Family members stopped her along the way for simple chatting, but each conversation only lasted a few minutes before she cut them off, saying she was tired. 

Ever since the accident, it was rare for her to be called out when she made her escape. 

Closing the door to her room, she shuffled toward her bed. With a dull thump, she collapsed face-down against her comforter. Shimmying, she crawled further into the mountain of blankets she hadn't bothered to fold. 

For a few, blissful moments, all was silent. She was trapped in a world without thought, one where she was safe from confrontation. 

A knock ripped the fantasy to shreds. 

Without a word from Violet, the door swung open. Vince stepped in, closing the door behind himself and taking tentative steps toward the bed.

In the past, Vince had been welcome in her home, her room. Now, though?

[color=thistle]"Get out,"[/color] She grumbled, not bothering to face him. She had known it was him since the moment his cologne had filled her precious space. She had picked it out for him when they were seventeen, told him his girlfriend would love it. He'd been wearing it ever since. 

[color=EEEDBB]"Vi, I..."[/color] He faltered, something she was beginning to get used to. It was always so casual between them before, even though most of their conversations became arguments. Now, he stepped lightly, couldn't even begin to dip his toe into the water. It was like he was afraid of her. 

[color=thistle]"You what?"[/color] She asked, her tone inquisitive rather than biting. 

[color=EEEDBB]"I can...do you need me to leave?"[/color] At this, she twisted, sitting up straight. 

[color=thistle]"So I can look like the selfish asshole again?"[/color] She asked, staring at him. Expectantly, she waited for him to excuse himself. 

To her surprise, he didn't. 

[color=EEEDBB]"I'm trying my best, Violet. I'm trying to fix things, to [I]be here[/I] for you. I'm trying to do what you want. Why can't you just..."[/color] His fingers were fluttering at his sides, eventually balling into fists. 

[color=EEEDBB]"Why can't you just move on?"[/color]

[color=thistle]"Move on? I was in that [I]fucking[/I] hospital for weeks, and it took three months before you even called me!"[/color] Her voice, while bitter, was hushed. She didn't want her family to hear her.

Vince took a step forward, and Violet rose to her feet to match him. [color=EEEDBB]"And I've told you a dozen times since then how sorry I am. Want me to say it again? I'm sorry, Violet. I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you."[/color] 

[color=thistle]"You think I care about your sorries? You abandoned me! You don't even check up on me unless Mom tells you to. You-"[/color] 

Mid-sentence, the colors began to appear. They usually did whenever she talked about the accident. It was a sure source of stress. 

She gripped her head, willing them away. Rather than fading, the eery glow around Vince's body only brightened. Even through her eyelids, she could see it. She needed to calm down before she got nauseous. 

[color=thistle]"Go away, Vince."[/color] She demanded, and when he didn't leave, she picked up her phone, grabbed her jacket and purse, and stormed out the room. As she fled, the colors brightened, an overwhelming Aura around every human in her household. Her head began to spin, and drool pooled in her mouth, bile rising up her throat. 

It always got worse before it got better. 

Without bothering to explain, she left her apartment. The hallway was empty, and as she walked toward the elevator she felt the tension in her shoulders begin to lessen. By the time she made it out onto the streets, the colors had long since faded. Still, she was wary about going back to her home. 

So, she began to walk.