Got my story done. Hoping it's ok. It doesn't have a lot of dialogue but I wanted it to be more about mood and atmosphere. It's a prequel to my week 1 entry, answering all the main questions you had when reading it and giving more backstory to the sisters and their past. It should hopefully give you another outlook on the two sisters and explain why Morty is how she is and also uncover some secrets Addie doesn't want anyone to know. It also gives hints to how the end of the first story ended after the cliffhanger but giving just enough for it to be open to the reader.
There's not much reference to mirrors in here but i'm hoping the symbolism that appears at the start will be enough as it sort of stays relevant throughout as their actions can be seen as mirror images at times. Also, the aspect of love I'm hoping loneliness and desperation for attention classes as love as it gets quite corrupted at the end haha.
Anyways, enough of me talking, here it is.
Death follows
Spoiler:
Everything seemed fine for Mr and Mrs Carter. That was until the day they got the news that their twin daughters had a rare newly found blood disease. Along with this, their bodies were direct mirror images of each other. Morticia’s organs were mirrored in her body. Situs inversus the doctors called it, but her parents didn’t care. It wasn’t any problem, it was just the blood disease that was their concern. Waiting nervously in the doctor’s office, they were told that this had never seen this before so they would need to keep an eye on the girls and note down anything of significance. The disease didn’t seem to have any effect on the girls but the Carter parents were still mindful that anything could happen at any point. After regular check-ups, by the time they were four, they were discharged as they discovered that the blood disease was just a rare mutation of the blood cells. The doctors had worried that the mutated blood could have damaged their brains during development but regular scans had shown that no such thing had happened. Relieved and happy to start their problem free normal life with their daughters, Mr and Mrs Carter said goodbye to the doctor for the final time and left the hospital. Their wish to have a normal life with their children was soon to be shattered.

Shortly after, the girls, Adelaide and Morticia had been enrolled into preschool. Adelaide was popular and had many friends, whereas Morticia was lonely and had no one to play with.
“Would anyone like to play dollhouse with me?” Morticia asked the girls at her preschool.
They all giggled to each other and ran over to Adelaide. Upset and Alone, Morticia slumped towards the Dollhouse and played alone, silently crying. Her only friends were Bertie and Henrietta, the dolls she affectionately named when she first played with them. At the end of each day, Morticia would slowly walk out of the playground to her parents with a large fake smile while Adelaide would run out beaming and jump into the arms of their father.
“What did my favourite daughter do today?” He would always ask Adelaide.
Not even at home did Morticia get the attention that she had been denied everywhere else. Her parents were always asking Adelaide questions about her day and praising her for her good counting and labelling. When it came to Morticia’s turn, although she did much better, they would give an unenthusiastic “Well done” and walk off as soon as they had finished, as if spending time with her was a chore.
On their 5th birthday, they had a joint birthday party and all their preschool friends were invited. It was held at the local play dome filled with brightly coloured slides and ball pits, climbing areas and mazes. A child’s dream. Both girls were mesmerised. Immediately as they all got there, the children ran to play whilst the parents sat at the side gossiping to each other about work colleagues and neighbours.
“Look at her, playing all on her own!” Said Henry, one of their classmates, referring to Morticia.
He, and a group of four other children, laughed and pushed her over as they went past. Angry, Morticia got up and stormed over to the maze and hid. She found a dark corner behind some mirrors in the maze and began to cry. She couldn’t even get a break on her birthday. She sat there and cried for 15 minutes until her sister and her friends approached, listening to the crying.
“Is that Morticia? Crying all alone?” One girl said.
“I think so, why doesn’t she get some friends.” Another said back.
The girls giggled. Morticia heard and peeked out from behind the mirror. She saw a group of five girls, including her sister all looking down at her, smiling. Afraid, she gripped the edge of the mirror tightly, making marks in the soft child-proofed edging.
“Let’s go, don’t want to get weirdo germs from her.” The first girl said.
At that moment, they all turned around, laughed and walked off. Adelaide looking back as if she felt sorry for her sister, but she had done nothing to stop it and stick up for her sister.

After a brief moment, they all heard Mrs Carter shout, “Children, it’s food time!”.
As if a pack of lions were just given fresh meat to consume at a zoo, all the children from all across the play dome ran towards the food area with a loud clambering of feet, Morticia not included. Morticia glumly trailed towards the table, pretending she was happy. When they all got to the table, two cakes were wheeled out. One for Morticia and one for Adelaide. Even the cakes made it seem like they cared more about Adelaide. It was a cake of a large royal tiara on bright pink plump pillow with princess written at the bottom. Adelaide’s face lit up with delight.
“Is that my cake Daddy?!” She exclaimed.
He nodded at her, smiling. Morticia’s however was glum. The icing partially cracked, the tiara wonky, the pillow drooped and collapsed with half the letters missing from the word princess. Another reason for her to feel like they didn’t care.
Morticia had had enough. She needed to teach her parents a lesson. Make them care about her. They were starting Grade School a few weeks later so she wanted it all to change for then. A fresh slate. As a five year old, you shouldn’t have to feel these things, you should be loving and learning, but Morticia was advanced. She was smarter than anyone in her preschool and therefore able to comprehend more. She knew she had to make her parents notice her so she had a plan. That night, she would creep into their room and ask to sleep in their bed because she had a nightmare. They would have to let her and it would force them to notice her and maybe change all of this. She used this idea to power through the rest of the day. It was filled with disappointment and more teasing but when it was over, Morticia was relieved. Ready to begin her plan.

It was night time. The house was so dark that Morticia could barely see. She stumbled slowly over to her parent’s room. She walked in and stood at the end of their bed. Able to see their silhouettes in the bed, she exclaimed. “Mommy, Daddy, I had a nightmare. Can I sleep in your bed, I’m scared.”
“No Morticia.” Mrs Carter said half asleep.
“Go back to bed, it’s late and you’ve had a long day.” Mr Carter said muffled by his pillow.
She couldn’t believe it, they completely ignored her still. How could they?
“Stop ignoring me!” Morticia shouted, getting ferociously angry.
“I just wish they would learn their lesson!” Morticia thought, furiously.
At that moment, they got up, both still looking half asleep and they began scratching at each other and attacking each other. They didn’t say a word, just faced each other and attacked. Morticia didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know what was happening and why they were doing that. She began to think she fell asleep and this was a nightmare. She just stood there, watching, frozen.
With all the ruckus, Adelaide was woken and she fumbled across the hallway to the doorway of the room. By that point, the sheets were stained red, their parents barely alive. She gasped in shock and Morticia turned. Ashamed and afraid, Morticia ran and hid behind the bed. It was dark enough for her to not be seen by Adelaide. After what seemed like an eternity, Morticia heard Adelaide, crying, scamper back to her room. At this point the ruckus on the bed had stopped. The only sound you could now hear was a dripping sound of something hitting the wooden floorboards. Morticia took the chance to slowly creep back into her room and pretend she wasn’t there. She hid under her covers, hugged Bertie and Henrietta, the dolls she took from preschool and cried. No one would believe that a five year old did this, even if she didn’t mean to. She just had to pretend it was someone else. It wouldn’t be hard but she pretended she was fine a lot longer than this.
That was how the lie was created. A lie to protect both the girls, one through fear and another through shame. One that would disintegrate and cause the two to clash and cause mutual destruction.

Morticia tried to keep her powers under control, but it was hard. All through grade school and middle school she was bullied with no end. She never caught a break and like her parents, her family was no better. They blamed her for what happened. They blamed Morticia being a ‘failure’ as a reason for the event happening, for why they didn’t defend themselves from the ‘attacker’. Why couldn’t they just love her and give her attention?
They cycled through five family members until they were 18 but all died mysteriously. Morticia had an input in all of them. As she got older and became a teenager, her rage grew stronger and it became harder for her to control her powers. She didn’t mean to do any of it, but it was as if another person was in there and was unleashed whenever she was mad. All she could think about was being normal, having a loving family and how ashamed she was she had ruined it for her sister. Once they began high school she was sick of being the lonely one, so she used her powers to manipulate people, she made herself popular and made her sister become the lonely one. It wasn’t done through hate, but done through revenge. She wanted her sister to feel how she had felt her whole life. Maybe if it balances out, it would all sort itself out. This was the first time she felt this power and she didn’t want to give it up. Adelaide’s life had been turned around. Suddenly becoming unpopular, she fell onto her sister for support. Morticia, playing dumb would comfort her and make her feel better, wondering why she had never done this in return years ago. And so, Morticia’s new life of manipulation and happiness had begun.

After their last family member died in a car accident, the girls were put in a safe house. At 18, they were capable of living by themselves and they had grown fiercely close. One night, Morticia had found out a dark secret. A secret that would poise her against her sister forever. Curious, whilst Adelaide was in the shower, Morticia snooped through her diary. She found one entry that broke her heart. It explained what happened her whole life, and that Adelaide had kept a huge secret from her even darker than her own. The diary read:

Dear Diary,
Today Aunt Dahlia bought me my first phone as a gift for getting an A in my homework paper. I knew it would work. Everyone is wrapped around my finger, everyone except Morticia. Poor Morticia has no idea that it’s all down to me what is happening. Even though I started out not knowing I was doing it, now I will never stop. Using my powers to control everyone to love me gives me control, and taking it all away from my sister and watching her crave attention and live in despair gives me joy. However, I feel she may be onto me. At school people are turning on me, my powers don’t seem to be working and Morticia is now getting attention. I will give her some time to be happy and then snuff that out. I’m the only one that deserves this. I’m the one with the power, not her.
I’ll update you on my challenges.
Addie xx

Morticia couldn’t believe her eyes. All of this, all her pain, it was all down to her sister. Her murders of her family were all directly due to the manipulation her sister had done to her and everyone around her. Adelaide was the real reason their parents were dead, and Morticia could never forgive her.

In a fit of rage Morticia left a note on top of Adelaide’s diary, left the room and began to plot her revenge.

Hello sister,
I read your entry about me. Interesting. Your manipulation is truly the worst thing I’ve had to find out, and that’s saying something with the live we have had to live through.
Watch your back, sister, your narcissistic reality will soon be shattered.
Let me know if you are ever free to apologise. I would love to see what you have to say.
No love, from Morty.

Morticia had a plan. Adelaide was to be her final victim, but she was going to be slow, pretend she had gotten over it, and then strike at the least suspecting moment. Adelaide was going to feel all the pain that she delivered to her sister, after all, she created the monster that calls herself Morticia. It would all start with the nightmares. Slowly revealing the truth, and when the truth would be revealed, all would be over.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Morticia smiles menacingly, this was the moment she had been waiting for, to release all her anger toward her sister, and no one would ever know the truth.
Author's note: "The Link" takes place roughly 6 months after the final events here. The twin telepathy was discovered between the end of here and start of then as they both only found out they had the same power at the end of this story.