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No one talks about how difficult it is to look back at the past and ask yourself every time you did something wrong, so that everything seems like twisted karma. We are human beings and from a young age we are told that we must be good, respectful, obedient, and empathetic, a bundle of sweetness comparable to the protagonists of vanilla series, people who turn the other cheek without hesitation.

The fact is that just by being children, we begin to perceive that if we behave well, we receive a “reward,” and if we behave badly, we receive “punishment.” But the reality is different. My name is Juniper, and this is my story.

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I met Sean and Cole during college. We were all studying at RisingStar University in the most pleasant way. While I was sitting in a corner playing my violin, they both approached me, and to be honest, at first I felt a certain repulsion. I couldn't explain it, but they reminded me of so many moments that I had left behind years ago.

I promised myself I would leave the past where it belonged and get closer to them. When they saw my Aerosmith T-shirt, a friendship was immediately forged that seemed like fate. They told me they were brothers and that Cole had returned to his studies after living in England for a year. They were very secretive about the subject, but I didn't press them.

One night, I met up with them to play music, and as I walked home, I felt a chill. It was absurd in a summer of almost 30°C, but I didn't pay attention. As I reached the building where I lived, I felt like something was watching me. I tried to look to the sides, but my vision was somewhat blurry.

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With some effort, I made it to my apartment and found Sean leaning against the door. We had a special connection, and at times I admit I was receptive to his caresses and a stolen kiss in jest. I invited him in, and it was inevitable to think about the consequences of such a decision. He was “the good brother,” and I just wanted a part of him.

That same day, we spent an idyllic night together, laughing, and even though I was still dizzy, he took care of me like no other man had ever done. He told me I was tired, and I agreed, even though I had gone to bed early with them where we practiced.

That night was the last time I saw him, and as crazy as it may seem, I can still hear him reciting, “Everything will be fine, just let yourself go.”

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The news of his disappearance spread to every corner of our town, and Cole was devastated. He drank nonstop, and his only refuge seemed to be me. I didn't want to cross the line because I was a good girl, but he clung to me. He told me that part of him felt guilty, and I didn't understand until one night he confessed something that left me stunned.

Cole had noticed what was growing between Sean and me, and he wanted a part of it. The day he disappeared, they had drugged me according to a twisted and frequent brotherly pact, but when they both set out to spend that night with me, Sean simply said it wasn't the right thing to do. Once he left me safe in the apartment, he went to talk to him in a cabin.

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During an argument, Sean hit his head and started vomiting blood. He told Cole that he felt every cell in his body wounded and violated. He began to speak like other women who had been victims of theirs and begged for mercy, and then he choked on a foreign tongue.

Then, the next day, he thought he saw him safe and sound in the woods. Cole thought it had been a dream, but from that day on, he couldn't sleep.

I listened to every word stoically, without uttering a single complaint. Cole looked at me, waiting for an outburst, and all I did was kiss him and bite his lip. I took that blood with my finger and placed it on a black candle I had in my small bag, and I began to recite what I had learned a year ago.

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Cole writhed in pain and begged for help, watching me smile. In his last second, I explained that I had been born to be a good witch, but the depravity of his actions in England had taken a part of me.

That day he thought he was going to die, but nothing is that simple for people like them. Blessed with thousands of gifts and subject to a twisted evil, their punishment would be to spend day after day feeling the pain of their victims.

That is why their corpses were in a grave with another name, because in the end, not even recognition for their death could bring them peace.
Meanwhile, I continue to agonize over the last few months, bringing peace to those who deserve it and exposing the darkness of innocence.

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Design and editing done in Canva.
Photographs of my property taken with Infinix Note 40.
Translation done with DeepL.