Hope - Part 4 My mother came in. I'd been lying there crying for hours. She sat down and cried with me. Then our puppy, bone came in, and cried too. How could we cope without joy. She literally brought us joy. Eventually, I asked mum, why she called me Hope. I had never really asked before. She told me that just before she had us, her and dad divorced and we brought her Hope and Joy. I never knew that. Later that day I went for a walk. I went to me and Joys favourite spot in the park. It reminded me of the time she walked out of her history class, and hid here. She texted me to meet her there and I sneaked out during lunch. We didn't half get in trouble but it was worth it. We had the best time! Laughing at everything we said, everyone we saw, and everything we heard. It made me cry again. I sound like such a wimp. I've probably cried more this past week than the whole of the rest of my #life. Oh well, my twin sister had just died. Suddenly, I here footsteps. Someone is approaching. Then I see him. George. I've known him since nursery. Him and Joy had always had on off relationships. I was always a bit of a third wheel with Joy and her boyfriends, but she always picked me over them! I hated George. With a passion. He came up to me and started banging on about how sad he was. I completely lost it again. What is wrong with me!? I struck him. Harder than I have ever struck anyone in my #life. Harder than when Joy had struck me after I broke her phone. He fell to the ground. Dead. I had killed him.