[ WP ] `` Wait , she 's my sister ? ! ''

`` Wait, she's my sister?!'' 
 
 
 That's... ridiculous! This murderous witch in the padded cell ca n't be related to me. That'd mean... 
 
 
 `` I'm afraid so, son.'' My father confirms. `` She's your fraternal twin. We could n't afford to keep both of you, so we had to give her up for adoption.'' 
 
 `` But if that's the case, you know what that could mean for me! The condition is largely genetic, which means I'm a ticking time bomb! I could become like her at any time!'' 
 
 `` Speaking of which, you should probably avoid stress. I've done some research, and apparently you can not trigger it if you avoid stress.'' 
 
 I take a second to process this, then give him a withering glare. `` And you thought telling me this was going to help me avoid stress? I ca n't believe you.'' 
 Turning around, I leave the asylum, ignoring his inane comments. Maybe I'd take up Buddhism, try and manage my stress in a healthy way. There had to be some way around this, and i'd find this. I would n't become that vile witch of a sister! 
 
 

