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New work that I'm testing out. Reviews?
It's short because it's a starter. Background information. You know.
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(BPOV)
I'm Bella Swan. I'm 18 years old. I live with my mom but my mom still wears her wedding ring, because my parents aren't divorced.
My dad died with my brother 17 years ago in a car crash.
This is my story.
I've never really wondered what my father was like. My first word had been 'Daddy'. I knew I loved him with all my heart even though I didn't know him. However, I learnt from an early age that talking about my dad would only hurt my mom. I knew that she had pictures of him under her bed and sometimes I would sneak and look at them, but she never mentioned him. She must have noticed my cravings for information for my dad but she never said a word. I never asked and she never told.
I knew my dad had brown hair and brown eyes. A bit like me, actually. My eyes are exactly like his, but I have the same hair colour as my mom. I'm a bit like them both, but I heard once that my fraternal twin was different.
Even though I didn't badger my mom about dad, I wanted to know about my twin. I had an older fraternal twin, which is really cool, even though he's dead. Mom never told me what he was called, and every time I asked her eyes would well up. It must be hard to have lost your son and your husband at the same time. Nevertheless, my mom used to tell me stories. One of them was that I wouldn't stop crying in bed unless my twin was in the same crib. She told me that my twin was the only person on the planet that could stop me crying at that age. If I fell over and started crying all my twin did was my twin put his hand on my face and I would stop crying. Period. She told me I cried and cried for weeks after they died.
I've seen pictures of my twin; he was as different as my mom described. My dad, my mom and I had brown hair and brown eyes. He had blonde hair, which was common for small brunette boys, but it was the type of blonde that you knew was his natural hair colour. He also had bright blue eyes. People thought that we actually adopted him, but he was 100 percent my brother.
My brother was the first one. He was the one that said 'Mommy' first, and a few short weeks later he had accomplished the word 'Daddy'. At that time, I was still resolute on the word 'Daddy' and was too stubborn to learn any other words. My brother was the first one to crawl, the first one to walk, the first one to laugh, the first one to teeth. I was always lagging behind the bigger brother I had. And yet, I couldn't help but adore him.
That was my life.
The only part I have left of my brother is a special necklace. It's half an oval and my brother had the other half. It's unique because on one side it has my name on it, whilst concealed on the other side there's half a picture. It has me as a child. Mom told me that my brother had the other half when he died and when you put the necklaces together they would form a picture of us two. Apparently we were wearing the same clothes, and that's how I can tell if someone is my twin.
I always wore it whenever I wore something to hide it, because not many people knew about my twin.
To think about it, I didn't even know him.