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After being led through a series of hallways and down a few flight of stairs, I am standing behind a curtained entrance to a room beyond. I can hear a din of voices beyond the curtains, causing goose bumps to roll up my flesh when I realize that I cannot place how many people are beyond this point. Once I cross through this curtain, the final divide between my world and theirs, what will happen? I shudder at the thought of living like this forever.

In front of me are two other girls, my sister wives. There is one blonde, like me, and one brunet. The blonde, I realize, does look an awful lot like me, yet she is taller with a bigger build. She flashes me a dangerous looking smile when she catches my eye. Her dress is skin-tight, hugging her in all of the right places. The brunet, however, looks immeasurably sad, and for a moment, I want to open my mouth and say, "I lost everything, too. You aren't alone in your despair", but I don't. Her dress is a slim fit as well, made of a modest white lace with a train almost as long as mine. She looks beautiful. They both do.

It seems between one moment and the next, both of the girls have disappeared behind the curtain. I am alone.

"You're the last one to walk down the aisle, Lawrence," Margret says quietly. My name sounds foreign coming from her mouth, but I don't show the aversion to my own name. If I will keep anything when I walk into the room beyond, it will be my name and the story with it. My story. That much I know. "Good luck, dear."

And with that, she shoves me through the curtain.

I stumble, but regain my balance immediately. The heels on my feet are already beginning to burn, my limbs shaking from nerves. The room is magnificent; large enough to station all of the people in the Oklahoma City downtown district, probably. I am swept up in the glimmer of the crystal chandeliers that line the ceilings, and the large glass windows showing the deep blue night that lies beyond it. Along with the magnitude of the room, I realize there are people everywhere. Every shape and size and color, all dressed in the gaudy fashion of the rich and famous.

All staring at me.

I take my eyes from them and try not to focus on the video camera swirling around my figure. I knew that my wedding would be televised, but I also didn't take into consideration how I would feel with the camera in my face. I take a deep breath and try to focus on simply moving my feet. I know that if I do not move soon, guards will come and move my feet for me. I do not want to be subjected to that, so I pick my right foot up and take a step.

It is then that I look up to the stage at the far end of the room.

The first thing I notice is that there are too many people up there for just one wedding.

I sweep my eyes over everyone up there and become dizzy. Something isn't right, I think. Why are there two grooms? Why are there 5 brides already up there?

As I near the stage slowly, cautiously, I realize that the two men up there in tuxes look alike. Exactly alike. Twins? A double wedding? I recognize the two women up there that were to be my sister brides, but didn't even see the other three up there that must have been my future husband's brother's brides. They are all beautiful as well. Another brunet, one with strawberry-blonde curls, and one-

I stop dead and stare. I get so dizzy that I think that I might pass out.

"Abilene," I whisper. The whisper rips its way out of my heart, out of my chest, out of my throat, out of my lips, and I grin.

I want to sob, scream, jump up and down. I want to run to her.

It is all I can do to walk steadily to the stage where I am directed to my place across from my sister.

She's alive, I scream, sing, repeat over and over in my head. She gives me a sly smile as well. I can tell she's scared. I can tell she is close to tears, but she doesn't show it. She is brave.

Like her big sister.

"Lady Lawrence," a man says, breaking my concentration. I turn to look at him, and realize I am terrified all over again. The man is old and gray, an obvious first generation. He smiles at me when our eyes meet, an almost apologetic look. Good, I think, at least he has the empathy to feel bad about ruining all of these girl's lives.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" he asks almost politely.

That floors me.

"What-" I begin, but stop myself. I'm given the choice? He's asking me? I look at Lena, eyes wide. Did my sister willingly say yes?

She bites her lip and shakes her head almost imperceptibly. I know now that I do not have a choice. Something bad will happen to me, or maybe even Lena, if I object, and I cannot risk taking that chance.

"Yes," I whisper, and my heart shatters into a million pieces.

Then the boy I assume is to be my husband begins walking to each of us, placing rings on our fingers. I study him as he approaches the blonde girl. He is tall and lean, with a mop of dark hair on his head and an almost sweet face. I can tell just by looking at his eyes, a hazel color, that he has not seen the horrors of the world. While the world outside was burning, hurting, dying, he was safe in this house of crystal, glass, and lies.

"Anitra," he says to the blonde girl, who smiles almost lovingly at him, "a ring to resemble our promise to each other. I look very forward to having you as my wife."

Anitra grins widely and whispers something that sounds an awful lot like "I love you", but I cant be sure, and I cant tell by the reaction on his face.

He then walks to the brunet beside me. "Sage," he says. I watch as her face takes him in. Her pupils dilate, but nothing else about her changes. She is as good as dead. "A ring to resemble our promise to each other. I look very forward to having you as my wife."

It is my turn.

My pulse kicks up 20 notches as he reaches for my left hand. It is limp in his surprisingly firm grip. If I hadn't looked at his eyes, I would almost be able to believe that he was someone raised in the real world. Almost.

"Lawrence," he says.

Involuntarily, I look up into his eyes.

He is lovely, but there is an emptiness there that worries me. His skin is sun-tanned, a fine boned nose and dark lashes. I almost open my mouth to tell him to call me Wren, but bite my tongue. "A ring," he says in a pace that wasn't exactly like the other times he said this, "to resemble our promise to each other." He slips the ring on to my finger delicately. I suddenly cant look at him. I cant take this. "I look very forward to having you as my wife."

My wife.

The celebration ends with cheers and applause. I think there is rice thrown at us, but I cant tell. They can be throwing stones and bricks at me for all I care.

My wife.

We are all ushered out of the room in a single file line. I crane my neck to see if I can reach my sister but she is too far away. I catch a glimpse of her blonde hair, try reaching for her, but a guard grabs my outstretched arm and shoves me forward through the curtain that I had come out of what seemed to be only moments, maybe years, before.

My

There is a new pain and sense of loneliness surfacing as Margaret shows me back to my room. I realize that from the moment I have done the worst thing I could ever possibly imagine myself doing willingly. I have betrayed not only me, but my sister as well. I have failed. I have become the one thing that I have tried running from the moment my parents died.

Wife.

an: Well I hope you guys liked it! Please, please review and tell me what you guys think of it so far! This is one of my favorite stories and I have biiiig plans for Wren and Lena, just not the kind of plans I hope you guys are expecting (I like the element of surprise!) C: Anywho, till next time! Thanks for giving this story a shot! Peace!