I paddle through the lake, straight to the very center of the darkest water, where I can embrace the shadows on the surface, and see the eyes that look up lifeless from my twin below. But I don’t see what he sees. Maybe if I run away fast enough from my reflection then maybe these faint, make up covered bruises would leave me be. Maybe I could run away forever from the reminder of what he did…does. Maybe then my lifeless twin would reflect the living person I feel inside that desperately wants to break out, break away. Maybe these tears wouldn’t distort my reflection. Maybe he would see then too…and maybe he would see what his hateful bruises do. But my tears are weakness…and he doesn’t like weakness…