I unlocks my phone and open TikTok. I glances at my following page, looking for anything new.

Nope.

I sigh and place my phone on her desk. I'm bored. I looks around for something to do, though I find… Nothing… Fuck.

I flop on my bed in boredom, and hear the voice of my sister through the door. “Hey, Eliot! Dinner time!” My sister yelled, knocking on the door.

So much for privacy.

I don't want to get up, but it's not an option. I am hungry after all. The knocks increase in volume as I get up. I sigh, this is not the time nor the place. “Shut it, Dakota.” I murmured as I opened the door.

“What took you so long, bitch?” Dakota growled.

Me and Dakota weren't the best pair. Dakota had long, silky, brown hair, though I had short, tangly, dark blond hair. Dakota had popularity, and I had nothing.

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We aren't the same.

At all. 

We walked down the stairs in silence, not saying a word. Eventually, we made it downstairs and in the kitchen. Dakota dashes into a chair next to the island. “What's for dinner?” She asked

Their mom motioned for Eliot to sit, and then shrugged “Leftovers, maybe a grilled cheese. I don't feel like cooking right-”

That's when there was a knock at the door.

Mom went over to the door while we waited. The silence was loud, and the tension was high. Her footsteps echoed in the hallway as she trotted over to the door.

I listened to the conversation.

“Hello?”

“Hello there, ma'am. We're here because we have a question for Eliot Parkers.”

Me?

“Oh, for Eliot? She's home, do you guys need to talk with her?”

“Yes ma'am.”

What?

I hear my mom call my name.

I don't want to go.

Though, what's the point?

At least if they kill me I don't have to commit.

My mom would cry like when we lost dad.

It's not her fault.

It isn't.

"I'm coming, mom!"