Mom I don't want her I never wanted her. If I had known I was having twins I would have aborted the pregnancy! Why has god cursed me with this abomination?" My eyes grew wide as I listened to my mother's hushed voice. She was hysterical, unaware that I was hiding behind the wall that opened up to the music room. "Roxanne how can you say such things, she's your daughter for heaven's sake!" Mimzi retorted. "No Alyson is my daughter, Amanda is just an extra, an unwanted copy of Alyson!" she snapped.
I could feel the tears trickle down my cheeks. Suddenly my vision changed and I was standing in the kitchen beside my sister "Aly", as we helped mother put away groceries. "Now remember we do not touch the bleach and we do not drink it either, it's very bad for you." my mother's voice was sweet but also very stern. "Yes mommy" we replied in unison.
Once again my vision changed, pushing me forward, to the day after I overheard my others harsh words. I was sitting atop the laundry machine, slowly opening up the cabinet, careful to not let it squeak. I pulled the bleach down and poured its clear liquid into a small glass. Then I paused for a moment, rethinking everything my mother had said about the bleach and about me. I lifted the glass to my lips and began to drink. I struggled and squirmed as I felt the bleach slide down my throat. It burned so bad! But all I could think about was mommy. "Mommy doesn't want me, I make her sad. I want mommy to be happy. I'm just an extra . . . an unwanted extra." Everything began to blur and fade black. I opened my eyes, sat up, and looked around. . . . . . .