Disclaimer: I do not own wowp. And I, in no way, support or encourage incest. Disclaimed for whole fic.

(A/N: Yup, the plot bunny bit me again. But hopefully you would like this? I would continue and shape the chapters depending on your response. Basically, I want to write a good and realistic angst. My idea is to deal with the real emotions of incest instead of sugar-coating it into a fairy tale like I usually do. Reviews and criticism are much appreciated. And before you start the OOC bashing, remember this is angst, and the show is comedy. That's it. No more author's notes in the whole story, unless absolutely necessary. No more nagging for reviews. You'd get an uninterrupted story, and it's up to you to decide if it is good enough to be reviewed. I'm done now, so enjoy!)

The day her world fell apart

Prologue

She was sick, and everyone who loved her was trying to cure her. He was sick of all these, but he wasn't giving in to himself so easily.

She would never look back to analyze how this mess started, because traveling through that lane would just make her hate herself even more.

She noticed it when his touches began to send tingles through her, his smiles sending her into an overload of happiness. She knew she was falling for him the day she caught herself staring at him for no reason, the day his smell lingered in her mind a bit too long to be considered platonic, the day her eyes drifted a little too low to be considered innocent.

And she hated herself. She did not want to believe this was real. She did not want to become a slave to this bestial feeling. Denial was the best option available- the second best option actually, but she still wasn't ready to just give up and kill herself. She told herself she was perfectly normal, that nothing was wrong with her. Maybe she was over thinking? Maybe this was just a phase? May be it would go away?

But it didn't. He still made her body tingle to the very last nerve fiber. And she hated herself.

She knew she had gotten herself into real trouble this time, but she wasn't sure how devastating it could get. So she tried the internet, trying to find out what normal people thought about creeps like her.

"Incest is so sick!"

"It's disgusting!"

"I don't know how people can even think like this!"

"These people seriously need help!"

Not a single country legalized this, not a single religion supported this, and not a single person was fighting for the cause. A shiver ran down her spine. Wouldn't she find refuse in a single place in this vast world?

She wondered if any of these people actually ever fell in love, because then, they would have known that people can't choose who they fall in love with. If it was that easy, if it was that voluntary, she wouldn't have fallen for her own brother.

Or maybe these were the people who actually knew love, and she was the one who was so sick that she wasn't even able to think properly!

Whatever may have been the case, this treacherous thing continued to dwell in that frightening part of her brain. And she hated herself.

She never understood when exactly he had found out about this dangerous bomb ticking in her heart. But then again, she was an open book that he had read too well, and even if she tried to hide something from him, it wouldn't be too long before he saw through her lies.

Perhaps it was the night at the rain forest, when she had snuggled into the comfort of his chest, clung onto him in despair, afraid of being ripped from his arms and plunged into non-existence. The way he had sighed into her hair had made her heart leap to her throat. Maybe he was simply thinking about the fate of their family, but she was so sick that the only thing that came to her twisted mind was that he had found out about this thing she had for him.

So maybe it was the day when she had broken down in the middle of a fight with him, breaking into sobs and hiccups and cries until he ran up to her and took her in his arms. "Shh, Alex, it's okay." The way he said those words, the tone of his voice, the tightening of his grip on her made her feel that maybe, just maybe, he knew that day.

But she would never be able to tell, because she was so ashamed of herself and scared of his reaction that she never dared to look up into his eyes and swim through the possibilities she would have seen.

She never wanted to confront him about her feelings, mainly because it was useless- he surely wouldn't feel this same twisted way about her. The only thing it would do was make things even worse. He would feel disgusted about her and shove her far away into a Justin-less lonely world, where death would seem like a welcome blanket in a dark winter night.

She swore she would never tell him, she promised herself she would never act on her ill feelings. And she never did. But it didn't matter, because he confronted her about her feelings.

"I know what's going on Alex." he spoke sternly, looking straight into her eyes.

She scoffed, fidgeting with her hands, eyes fixed on the tiny penknife she kept in her table. "W-what are you talking about dork?"

He moved closer, invading her personal space, breaking through her barrier of fake confidence, and took a seat in front of her. "Is it true Alex?"

The glare in his eyes told her he knew everything. So the only thing she could do was break down and cry, accept the shameful thing, and beg for his mercy, beg for his forgiveness. She went down on her knees, hugging his leg to her chest, telling him how she had never meant to become someone like this. She always broke the rules, but she never wanted to cross a line like this.

He ran a hand through her hair, gently petting her, and pulling her up to her feet again, as he stood up in front of her. "It's okay. This will go away. I'll find a way to fix this, I promise."

She looked up at him gratefully, noticing his eyes softening, and went forward to wrap herself in his arms. He held up a hand and stopped her, pushed her back. "We need to fix this before anyone finds out, Alex. Mom and dad would be really upset."

She wasn't sure if the feeling swelling in her chest was disappointment for letting her family down, or the pain of being rejected by him. Her lips quivered, throat choking with tears, as she nodded her head, wrapping her arms protectively around herself. So now, she was a sick little freak, and he was going to fix her? The thought made her stomach churn, and she covered her mouth with her hand, rushing to the bathroom.

He never followed her, she was on her own, puking out her stomach's contents in fear of what would possibly happen to her, and in the pain of losing the one person she never wanted to lose.

She looked up at her flushed face in the mirror, noticed the tears streaming down her face, the way she was breathing irregularly, huffing in breathlessness. She glared at herself, eyes red with tears and anger. What had she done to herself? Why did she do this to herself? Why did she smash the mirror of her life into such dirty little pieces that could never be joined together and made whole again?

She sank to the floor, burying her face in her hands, not able to look at anything around her, as if everything was going to scream at her and call her a sick disgusting freak. She could slowly feel her whole world falling apart.

And she hated herself.