My Pain Was Her Shield, Until I Died

I was born with a curse: a ten-fold pain-empathy link with my twin sister, Roxy. Any injury she got, the pain would hit my body ten times worse.

Growing up, Roxy became a notorious rebel in our neighborhood. Getting into street fights and skipping school was just a Tuesday for her.

She didn't care. She knew that she wouldn't feel a thing. I was the one who would scream in agony, not her.

Our parents completely ignored this. Instead, they blamed me for being "too weak," saying my constant whining held Roxy back from reaching her full potential.